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Gu Qingxin looked at the delicate food in front of her, handing a pair of chopsticks to Beiming Han. She usually served him first, picking up a few pieces of vegetables for him, before she started to eat.

“Does it still hurt?” Beiming Han hesitantly looked at the joyous little creature eating her food. She was acting as if she was on her deathbed a moment ago, but now she acted as if nothing happened?

Gu Qingxin,”…”

“I’m fine…” she mumbled hesitantly. She wished they didn’t have to talk about this.

Seeing her embarrassment, Beiming Han merely curved his lips and began to eat silently.

After they finished eating, Gu Qingxin unwrapped a chocolate cake, asking, “Young Master, do you want a piece?”

Beiming Han shook his head, “1 never eat sweets.”

“Oh.”

As Gu Qingxin began to eat the cake with a small fork, her chin was suddenly pinched and her face turned towards Beiming Han. He licked the traces of chocolate on her lips.

“The taste is not bad.” He said, satisfied, his words laced with double meaning.

He said he never ate sweets. Why then was he licking the chocolate off her lips!

After they finished eating, Beiming Han began to work. He handed a tablet to Gu Qingxin, “If you get bored, play with the tablet.”

Gu Qingxin didn’t play with the tablet. Instead, she took out her sketchpad and continued to improve the shirt design for Beiming Han.

Since the clothes were designed for Beiming Han, she would occasionally glance at him working behind his desk.

They say a man is the most attractive when he is working. Though she wasn’t fond of Beiming Han, she had to admit, he was utterly captivating at this moment.

Beiming Han was undoubtedly God’s favoured child – graceful, noble, aesthetically perfect without a single flaw. His physique was magnificent and proportionate, emitting a conflicting aura of restraint and wild sensuality. None of the men she’d ever met could come close.

Gu Qingxin was lounging on a spacious, milky white sofa. Sketchpad open on her lap, she was continuously sketching.

The afternoon sun, peaceful and serene, gently filtered in through the large windows, casting a soft halo on everything in the room.

Neither of them spoke. Only the sound of typing on a keyboard and the whispering of a pencil on paper resonated within the room.

This stiff and cold office now harbored a trace of warmth and tranquillity.

When Gu Qingxin looked up again, she realized Beiming Han was standing in front of her. She was startled, clutched her sketchpad to her chest, and asked nervously, “What are you doing?”

“Let me see what you are drawing?” Beiming Han had been intrigued for a while. He knew she’d been watching him while sketching. He was greatly curious about what she was sketching.

“I’m designing clothes… obviously, I’m drawing the design sketches.” Gu Qingxin explained.

“Oh, let me see.” Beiming Han stretched out his hand, intending to grab her sketchpad.

Gu Qingxin clutched it tighter, “You can’t see, it’s my secret!”

“Everything about you is mine! No secrets allowed in front of me.” Beiming Han reached out with both hands to seize the sketchpad.

Gu Qingxin turned and laid down on the sofa, pressing the sketchpad tightly against her chest, somewhat annoyed, “You’re unreasonable, even if I’m yours, I’m entitled to have my own thoughts. Who doesn’t have secrets?”

“Nope… Hand it over!” Beiming Han continued to move closer to her.

“No way!” Gu Qingxin suddenly pushed him away, jumped off the sofa and fled..