Before Xiao Yu studied architectural design, she had a talent for drawing. When she saw something beautiful, she couldn't help but itch to sketch it.
At this moment she was moved by inspiration; she moved her hand, took it out from under the blanket, and in the perfectly tempered indoor temperature, she wasn't cold at all. She extended her fingers and traced his outline in the air.
Gong Ting originally had mixed-race genes, hence his outline was so deep, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, his nose straight, and those lips that had once tormented her were as sexy as she had imagined.
She seemed never to have seriously examined him. Previously, she only knew he was handsome, but didn't know he was handsome in such a masculine way.
In her momentary distraction, her fingers were suddenly enveloped in a warm grasp. She snapped back to reality, meeting the man's bright eyes. She felt embarrassed and tried to pull back, but couldn't move at all.
She was annoyed, "Let go."
