Go Out First

Bo Jinchuan stood up and strode towards Shen Fanxing. He pulled her collar up.

Then, he bent down and picked her up. In front of everyone, he carried her and walked past everyone to place her on the sofa. Then, he found her shoes and squatted down. One by one, he helped her put on her shoes and tied her shoelaces.

Shen Fanxing wanted to retract her leg for a moment, but Bo Jinchuan tightened his grip silently.

Was it because she had just woken up or was it an illusion? Or perhaps, he was different in the company.

There was a layer of coldness in his clear and indifferent eyes. The calmness and wisdom on his body carried an unfathomable wisdom. He was like an immovable mountain in the distance. Through the morning mist, his aura was hidden.

His noble aura seemed to have widened the distance between them, let alone the way he bent down to help a woman put on her shoes.