Beiming Han slowly stood up, his hands loose in his trouser pockets, his eyes focused on her every movement. After watching her for a second, then two, then five, then ten, Gu Qingxin began feeling uncomfortable under his unyielding gaze. She awkwardly looked down, wondering if something was wrong with her.
Truth be told, she didn't feel at ease in this outfit. It exposed too much of her back and décolletage. She had never worn something so revealing before.
But the stylist insisted she should wear it, claiming that the dress perfectly matched her demeanor.
After looking in the mirror, she thought it looked quite pretty.
Gu Qingxin saw him silently staring at her and felt embarrassed, so she slightly raised her hand and covered her chest.
Ever since she saved Tang Rongling from the fire, Beiming Han had been cold towards her, presumably still resentful.
"Everyone leave!" Beiming Han commanded in a cold voice.
"..."
Everyone quickly left the room, leaving only the two of them.
