Whether it was a misperception or not, she felt much more refreshed. Shen Beian tugged at Gu Nanyan's sleeve, "Not this kind." It might not last until the evening.

Shen Beian had never been so close to a girl before. It was after this that he slept with Gu Nanyan every night, and they would kiss each other on the forehead in the morning and evening. Sometimes, when he was happy, he would even kiss Gu Nanyan on his own initiative.

Although it wasn't from the bottom of my heart.

Gu Nanyan was taken aback. "An'an, I'm going to be late." She chose to avoid the question once again.

Shen Beian didn't know whether Gu Nanyan responded better to force or gentleness. He had already tried the forceful approach, so now he could only try the gentle one.

Gently shaking Gu Nanyan's arm, she said, "Yanyan~ Wife~ Just once, just once~"

He sensed that Gu Nanyan was somewhat moved, but for some reason, he didn't react.

It seems like something is being deliberately suppressed.

Gu Nanyan pulled Shen Bei'an's hand down, said nothing, and was about to leave.

joke?

Is Master Shen Wu someone who gives up so easily?

She jumped directly onto Gu Nanyan, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Just once, really just once."

For some reason, Master Shen sensed that Gu Nanyan was trembling; was she afraid of him?

Are you kidding me?

Just once?

Gu Nanyan placed Shen Wuye on the sofa, supporting himself with his hands on either side of Shen Wuye's head. From the outside, it looked as if an unparalleled beauty was nestled in the arms of a cold and aloof young man.

Unfortunately, no one saw it.

Shen Bei'an was somewhat confused. The next second, his arms were bound behind his back, and he felt a little pain. He looked up, but his eyes were covered by a hand. He could see the complex palm lines clearly at first, but then it was all black.

"Mmm..." No one told him that kissing is like this!

I felt like I couldn't breathe, as if she was controlling my whole being, making me feel like I was floating up and down.

At this moment, Shen Bei'an gained a new understanding of Gu Nan'an's "assertiveness".

Even after Gu Nanyan left, Shen Beian remained curled up on the sofa, her lips red as if they had been ravaged, and there was a red mark around her fair wrist.

Shen Bei'an was somewhat dazed, feeling a bit weak in his wrist.

Is that really Gu Nanyan?

Over the past few days, the Gu Nanyan that Shen Bei'an has seen has always been a well-mannered, enigmatic, yet gentle and polite young man.

Can…

Was that really her who had just bound him, a grown man, in her arms?

Gu Nanyan, who had settled into the back seat, closed his eyes tightly. Meng Zhaojun, who was in the driver's seat, asked, "President, what's wrong?"

So what if it's a gentleman?

Meng Zhaojun had been with Gu Nanyan for a long time, and she had never seen anyone other than her husband evoke such different emotions in the president.

"It's nothing," Gu Nanyan said, composing himself. "Go to the Flower Festival auction today and bid on that set of Tang Dynasty incense-making tools and that Song Dynasty painting to give to Mr. Gu."

"Yes." Whenever the two had a conflict, the president would buy something for the husband.

For girls, a "bag" can cure all ills, but for men, any luxury item is acceptable.

It took Shen Beian quite a while to recover.

I went upstairs to my room, and my wrist was still a little sore. I sat in front of the dressing table and looked in the mirror. I could hardly believe that the pitiful person in the mirror was him!

He reached up and touched his mouth. "Ouch..." Sure enough, it was bitten through. That bite was really vicious.

He took out the ointment from the cabinet and gently applied it to his lips.

What are you thinking about that's so far-fetched? Why don't you ask someone else?

Qingqing should know something about it, right?

Should we ask Qingqing?

Or... let's just forget about it.

Qingqing didn't interact with Gu Nanyan much, and probably knew less than he did.

I don't want to think about these things anymore.

Let's think about how to handle tonight's banquet.

At noon, Shen Bei'an received two gifts, which were personally delivered by Meng Zhaojun.

Is this considered an apology?

Shen Bei'an chuckled, but Gu Nan'an really understood him.

"Assistant Meng, who will pick me up first tonight, me or her?"

Meng Zhaojun remained as aloof and capable as ever, saying, "The president and I will come to pick you up. The styling team will arrive at four o'clock."

The banquet started at 5:30.

"Yes, thank you for your help, Assistant Meng."

Meng Zhaojun seemed a little stunned. Could this be something the master would say?

The president is right, the gentleman has indeed changed somewhat. However, the reason has not yet been found.

As expected, the formal attire wasn't a Western suit, but a traditional Ming-style round-necked robe.

No wonder you came to get your hair styled at four o'clock.

However, the material of this garment is quite good; even in such a hot summer, wearing three or four layers doesn't feel hot at all.

Shen Bei'an did not have long hair, so there was no hair decoration.

When he went out, Gu Nanyan and Meng Zhaojun were already waiting.