The morning sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dazzling light spots on the floor.
I stepped on the cold marble with my bare feet and walked towards the restaurant step by step.
He only wore a large men's white shirt, which belonged to Fu Tingxiao. The hem of his shirt barely covered his thighs, and when the cold wind blew, the chill would creep up his bare legs.
Fu Tingxiao was already sitting at the main seat at the dinner table. Today he wore a well-tailored black suit without a tie. The two buttons on the collar were casually unbuttoned, revealing a little bit of cold white skin. He was looking down at the tablet in his hand. The metal-rimmed glasses gave his overly handsome face a bit of a refined scum look.
I hate the way he looks.
"Come here." He didn't even raise his head, and his voice was as cold as ice.
I walked over obediently and sat down next to him.
