"I'm really not—"
"Mmm..." Before the girl could finish her words, the man sealed her lips.
The hair dryer fell to the ground, forgotten.
In the guest room, Yu Zhi stood with swollen lips, holding a soft measuring tape by the fabric-strewn table.
She brushed her lower lip, then threw a vexed glare at the man across from her. Seeing his enchanting smile in response, she chose to ignore him completely.
Shi Wei, in a cheery mood, poured himself a glass of red wine, propped his long legs on the coffee table, rested one arm against the back of the sofa, and leisurely sipped as he admired the girl working.
Her hair was tied up in a half-bun, exposing her smooth and full forehead. Her arched brows resembled willow leaves, her downcast eyes framed by butterfly-wing-like lashes fluttering faintly at the edges—stunningly beautiful.
When his gaze landed on her crimson lips, his Adam's apple bobbed twice; hurriedly, he brought the wine glass to his lips, sipping the rich, aromatic liquid.
