Standing not far behind him, she quietly watched.
He was replying to an all-English email, his expression focused and earnest.
His profile was clearly outlined in the soft light, from his high nose bridge to his slightly pursed thin lips…
Every line kept her entranced.
The more she looked, the more handsome he seemed.
She just watched him silently, unconsciously a little in a trance.
At that moment, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze meeting hers directly.
Zhang Yan felt like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong, let out a small exclamation, hurriedly looked away, and instinctively stepped back half a step.
Tang Song chuckled, turned his chair, stretched his long arm, and wrapped it around her slender waist with a slight force.
Zhang Yan let out an "ah," and involuntarily fell onto his lap, encircled tightly in his embrace.
He leaned into her hair, taking a deep breath, as if savoring like one would with a cat.
