The steady footsteps of Tang Yuxiu carried a hint of urgency, but to the observer, he appeared entirely unhurried and calm.
Only Gu Yan knew that the Young Master Tang she knew was always a man of hidden passions; she had seen plenty of this dichotomy.
And such a Young Master Tang, to her, was utterly adorable.
Gu Yan suddenly smiled softly, burying her head in his neck, her warm breath gently sprinkled on his neck, slightly tickling and quite enticing.
When they reached the bedroom, Tang Yuxiu carried her inside, and with a lift of his long leg, he closed the door.
He placed her on the big black bed, her white work shirt sharply contrasting against the black, making her skin appear even fairer, her eyes shimmering with a captivating charm.
Tang Yuxiu was utterly captivated by her.
Gu Yan, however, felt quite embarrassed under his gaze.
She always had a thin skin and couldn't bear such a focused gaze.
