She knocked gently on the study door, the door opened automatically as she cautiously walked in, holding a small cake. The study was filled with dim light beneath its sumptuous, classical décor. She continued walking in while holding the cake.
In a corner, on a turn-around sofa, a man in a robe was sitting. His body was slender, with legs stylishly perched up. His white, long fingers were elegantly holding a glass of red wine, swaying the glass so the liquid followed the edge, forming an appealing swirl.
"Do you want a piece of cake?" She offered the cake to him, kneeling before him, holding it in front of his face twinkling at him.
"Boom." At the mention of "cake", Xiao Mohan felt a shiver down his spine.
His dark and deep gaze was like a pond, unfathomable.
Locking eyes with him, Gu Chuyan found herself being completely captivated.
"Then allow me to tell you," Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse...
"Gu Chuyan." The man called her name with his husky voice.
