Sheng Qianchi felt that he had teased her enough; the woman in front of him was on the verge of being angry out of embarrassment. He smiled and picked up a cheese shrimp ball for her, "Eat more."
Gu Jiayin knew when to stop. She accepted the shrimp ball, ready to finish the breakfast. But damn it, that man went further to add, "You worked hard last night."
With a "bang," a box of tissues was thrown at the man's face. The tissues scattered, drifting down like snow.
"Hahaha..."
The elegant and noble man, though hit in the face, showed no anger at all. Instead, he laughed joyfully, the laughter resonating in his chest, even causing his shoulders to bounce up and down.
...
The rising sun gradually illuminated the mountains, as well as the vast ocean.
Layer upon layer of waves were coated with a charming golden hue.
Pei Nianchen finally withdrew his gaze from the sky. When he turned around, it seemed like sentiments from a thousand years had settled in his eyes.
