When the first rays of morning light came through the window, Zhan Nanxian opened his eyes as usual, and saw the delicate face in his arms. His mood in the morning was very strange. It was like a long-cherished dream finally came true. He couldn't adapt to it for a while, and was afraid that the dream would disappear if he moved. He held his breath and stared at her sleeping face, with a rare tenderness in his eyes. wwW. QuanBeN-XiaoShuo. cOm
His sight moved to the corners of her slightly upturned tender lips, and he almost laughed. He didn't expect that even here would not be spared from the little pink marks left by his malicious sucking last night.
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, slowly removed his arms from under her neck, and turned over to get up.
It was not until the sound of the bathroom door closing was heard that Wen Nuan quietly opened her eyes a little.
Just as partying all night did not disrupt his biological clock, he still got up early on time. Even with her around, it seemed that his daily schedule could not be changed at all... If he would not do this for her, let alone other things
He had had an incredibly strong desire for her since their reunion, but beyond that, she had witnessed his sharpness in business, his amazingly cold rationality, his steady control over his emotions, and she had personally experienced his superb skills in capturing women's hearts.
But I never saw it again, that happened when he lost control because of her when they broke up.
The means he used on her were almost fatal. She could not resist, but he always cleverly maintained an invisible distance from her. Unless he removed the barrier in front of her, she could not ask whether there was a future between him and her, and he would always keep silent.
He has been managing everything in his hands calmly and calmly.
That willpower as solid as ice had long since broken through the nine heavens, and remained alone on the unreachable tenth level. It was as tough as steel, as cold as ice, and as deep as an old monk in meditation. He would never be affected by any emotion or action in the slightest by anyone again.
The sound of the glass door opening again made her close her eyes quickly.
Zhan Nanxian wiped his black hair which was still dripping with water as he walked, and threw the clean, large bath towel into the rattan basket in the dressing room. The shelves against the wall were filled with French white shirts of various textures, fabrics and styles, all hand-sewn by famous Parisian designers. The trouser racks were filled with pearl, beige, grey and black trousers in a series from light to dark. The suits, casual jackets and dresses next to them all had ultra-thin chips implanted in the brand names. When the cuffs were scanned by the infrared device embedded in the wall, the LCD screen would list the occasions on which he had worn the clothes and when.
After getting dressed, he sat down beside the bed and looked at the person curled up in a ball who seemed to be still asleep.
This demanding taste in clothing and even living was forcefully instilled in him by her in the beginning. She liked all kinds of fashion and was always able to keenly capture the cutting-edge of trends. From clothing to interior decoration, she had her own unique insights and favorite styles.
He was influenced by her and gradually formed his views. After she left, he seemed to want to miss her through something and followed the taste track she left behind. Eventually, everything became a habit that he consciously thought was ordinary in his daily life. Unexpectedly, he was featured on the cover of a magazine, marveling that no one had ever been able to wear the plain and elegant white color in a noble and dignified style like him.