Huo Shaoheng kept his eyes on the top of the antique wooden bed when he asked the question. He did not look at Gu Nianzhi.
He waited for Gu Nianzhi's reply, but it never came.
He turned to look at herβand discovered she had actually fallen asleep.
Huo Shaoheng looked at her for a long moment. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
He could almost feel a spark of electricity shoot through him when his warm lips pressed against her fair skin.
Huo Shaoheng let his lips linger for a moment, before slowly moving away. He touched Gu Nianzhi's face. When he stood up, there was a pained, conflicted expression on his face.
To a young, innocent girl like Gu Nianzhi, love was a simple matter: you either liked someone, or not.
But it took much more than that to build a relationship.
Huo Shaoheng adjusted his collar. He opened the door and went out of the resting room.
