By the time Shen Mingzhu awoke, it was almost 5 p.m.
She was lying on the rattan sofa with a thin quilt over her, from her angle she could just make out Pei Yang behind the desk.
It's said that a man who is serious about his work is most attractive, and that held true for Pei Yang as well.
His hair, parted to one side in a six to four ratio, was meticulously combed back with hair wax, making his forehead appear smooth and broad. The slightly raised brow ridge gave his features a three-dimensional and profound look.
Perhaps feeling hot, he had unbuttoned two buttons at the throat, exuding a mix of sensuality and ruggedness that composed his mature charm.
This man was incredibly handsome.
"Sober now?"
"Yeah."
Only when she responded did she realize her throat was terribly dry.
Pei Yang put down his work and got up to pour her a glass of water.
After gulping down most of the glass, Shen Mingzhu's throat felt more comfortable, but her head was still a muddled mess.
