Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
On the gorgeous, complex carpet, Su Zixi sat closely next to He Jingyao, her back against the sofa, holding a book that she hadn't managed to read more than a few pages of.
The man beside her lounged comfortably, with a laptop on his knee, rapidly scanning the screen, occasionally typing something with one hand.
Since some unknown time, Su Zixi had fallen in love with the sight of him working… His expression was focused, a hint of a casual smile at the corners of his mouth as he lightly tapped on the keyboard, exuding a confidence and certainty that commanded respect.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on He Jingyao's profile.
After an indeterminable period, a hand rested on her head, and with a slightly hoarse voice, he asked, "Craving some attention?"
Su Zixi quickly shifted her gaze and raised the book in her hand, "Not at all, I'm reading!"
