Ling Hanxiao finished reviewing two project proposals and took a break, pinching the bridge of his nose. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gu Xiaoxiao biting her pen.
He had noticed awhile back that whenever she paused to think or encountered a problem she didn't understand, she would habitually bite on her pen.
Just like a little kid, not afraid of getting dirty at all.
As Gu Xiaoxiao was at a loss with a calculus problem, suddenly the gentle voice of a man sounded by her ear.
The warmth of his breath brushed past her.
"Which problem do you not understand?" Ling Hanxiao propped one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the edge of the table.
He had just been wearing a set of light-colored comfortable home clothes outside, his tall figure looming over her, and his chest nearly touching her shoulder if he leaned in a bit more.
A faint scent from his body confidently and reluctantly made its way into Gu Xiaoxiao's nostrils, familiar and intimate.
