Merely looking seemed insufficient.
Su Ge sneaked a glance at his consistently expressionless face, and gently started to reach out her small hand toward him, bit by bit.
Logically speaking, her action was bold enough for any man to notice.
But the man kept his gaze fixed on the document, never once even glancing over from the corner of his eye.
Su Ge hence grew even bolder, her small hand directly landing on his porcelain-white, jade-like hand, lightly grasping his hand and intertwining their fingers tightly together.
She then shyly lay her head down on the desk, turning her little face away.
She had thought that the man, being busy at work, would shake off her hand, but after waiting for a while, not only did he not shake her hand off, he gripped it tighter instead.
Su Ge turned her head back in surprise.
The man's eyes were still on the document, one hand holding a pen, while the other was tightly clasped with her small hand.
