Chapter 22: He Who Keeps Company with the Ink-black_1
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Shen Xian pressed one hand onto Qin Shi's hand and, facing her complex gaze, calmly said, "I don't know what your every meeting with him is for, but Qin Shi, I hope that outside of work, you can maintain a distance from him!"
Qin Shi's hand was cold, even colder than Shen Xian's who always had chilly hands and feet.
As he held her hand, Shen Xian couldn't help but recall how Bai Zhan used to immediately take her hand each time he saw her, and in winter, would tuck Qin Shi's hands into his coat pockets, as if protectively caring for a little bird that had been frozen, gingerly and delicately.
Now her hand was still cold, but no one was there to warm it.
Perhaps feeling the warmth of Shen Xian's palm, a faint glint passed through Qin Shi's eyes, but she quickly shook off his hand.
"What right do you have to ask this of me, Shen Xian? Aren't you overestimating yourself? Even Gu Chen's special assistant can't control me, the financial director, right?"