The A4 paper was still in Wanxia's hand, almost as if she was caught red-handed.
She didn't bother to disguise it, turned around with the paper in hand, and smiled lightly, "I didn't even look at the computer screen. Are these celebrity schedules already top secret? Tsk, tsk, tsk, no way..."
Leaning against the edge of the table, Wanxia looked at the man with a very lazy gaze, tinged with a bit of mischief.
Gu Shaozhi took half a step forward and lifted her to sit on the desk.
He had just finished his shower, and since there were servants at home, he no longer casually wrapped a towel around himself like before. His pajamas were worn neatly.
A clean towel was draped around his neck, and his short hair was still dripping water. The droplets slid down his jawline, adding a certain casual yet charmingly rogue aura.
Gu Shaozhi leaned down slightly, his palm propped on the table's edge, with his other hand supporting the woman's slender waist, half-encircling her in his arms.
