Like a languid lion, he appraised the world with an air of arrogance.
He was distinctly different from the man who had drunkenly held onto his belt last night. Although Chenxing didn't want to rest her gaze upon him, deep down, she irritatingly found him irresistibly attractive.
A sudden sense of sorrow welled up within Chenxing as she belatedly realized that even after what he had done to her the night before, she couldn't bring herself to hold it against him. Over the past three months, he had quietly made his place in her heart - not strongly, but undeniably.
All her feelings mingling at once, the simple sight of him sitting there casually somehow gave her a sense of solidity and security, the very things she craved for most after the loss of her parents. She cursed herself for being so grasping and unwilling to let go.
Gu Shaocheng could feel a pair of eyes observing him from behind, but he did not turn around.
