All of Huo Shaoheng's despondence and anger, as well as his bitterness and sourness, were gently swept away by Gu Nianzhi's tender little hand, and those unpleasant emotions vanished without a trace.
Holding her hand against his jaw, Huo Shaoheng kissed her soft, slender fingers one by one. Gu Nianzhi never let her nails grow, and they were always neatly trimmed. The fullness of her fingernails and their pinkish-beige color were all alluring in Huo Shaoheng's eyes.
His stubble had just barely started to grow, yet it further accentuated Huo Shaoheng's handsomeness by adding a more masculine aura to him. The stiff stubble hurt and itched a little, but Gu Nianzhi laughed softly while thinking about it. The laughter instantly died down when Gu Nianzhi caught sight of He Zhichu walking out of the room from the corner of her eye, and a flush of redness appeared on her delicate face.
