"Mr. Han..." Gu Qingxin repeated again, her clothes changed into a black and white work uniform.
Beiming Han narrowed his eyes. What was this girl up to?
All these years at work, people had been addressing him as Mr. Han, but the way she just called him sent a feather-like sensation across his heart, itchy and tingling, bringing an indescribable, mysterious affection.
Gu Qingxin walked to the head of the table, set down her coffee, and her slim uniform wrapped around her beautiful figure gave a sense of restrained beauty. It provoked his impulse to tear her clothes away.
Seeing Beiming Han silent and immobile, Gu Qingxin thought of the method Huangfu Ye had taught her. She walked straight towards him, stood in front of him, reached out to grab his hand, and a soft voice said, "Mr. Han, let's have a cup of coffee first."
Beiming Han remained still and silent, merely staring at her. Gu Qingxin wanted to pull him surreptitiously, and he indeed moved. She sighed in relief.
