But if she walked away now, could Huangfu Jue... could he bear it?
At this thought, she abruptly lifted her palm and slapped herself hard on the cheek.
"Gan Yuan, you idiot, how could you come up with such a stupid idea!"
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...
A moment later, after having finished dinner, Huangfu Jue went upstairs to Gan Yuan's bedroom, only to see her still wearing his suit, leaning on the railing of the balcony, staring into the night sky, lost in thought.
He walked over leisurely, tightened the suit around her, and then reached his arms from behind, encircling her waist.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." She turned her face, meeting his gaze, "Tired, huh?"
He had been out since early in the morning and had a long day; without a doubt, he must be exhausted.
The man shook his head.
"How about..." she turned around, "you take a bath, and I'll give you a massage?"
"No need."
"What, you don't trust my skills?!" Grabbing his arm, Gan Yuan pulled him over to the bed, "Lie down!"