I Don’t Trust You Anymore

She was looking up, while Shen Hanyu was looking down. The man's thin lips were almost touching her lips, and his warm breath brushed against her cheek.

This position was really too ambiguous.

Sang Qianqian's face was slightly hot. She pushed him away and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Let's have breakfast together later."

She had spent most of the night in the kitchen and was covered in sweat. She felt like she smelled horrible.

By the time Sang Qianqian came out of the shower, Shen Hanyu had already finished washing up. He had changed into a black suit and was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone with a cold and noble look.

The faint morning light shone in through the window and half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows. His gentle yet cold expression was contradictory yet perfect, and Sang Qianqian couldn't help but stare at him for a long time.