Su Qianxun felt a little embarrassed the moment she saw the cup of steaming hot coffee in front of Long Sijue. She stood there and bit her lower lip softly, not knowing what to do.
Long Sijue's eyes darkened slightly with desire when he saw the little thing's habitual action. Her lips were of the lightest pink, and she never used any lip balm. He could never get enough of the delicious, natural fragrance of her lips.
"Young master, is there anything else you need?" Zi Fan asked as she looked at the distracted man.
"No, you can leave now," Long Sijue answered flatly.
Zi Fan nodded respectfully before she turned and left. She did not look at Su Qianxun at all when she walked past her.
Long Sijue picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. He then fixed his gaze on the computer screen in front of him and did not look at the young woman who was standing by the door anymore.
