Lin Shu Apartment.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the city's dazzling, decadent night view, with neon lights flowing, but hardly any sound can get in.
Only one ambient light was on inside, casting a dim and ambiguous glow.
Lin Shu was only wearing a silver-white silk slip dress, with thin straps draped over her shoulders, revealing her rounded shoulders.
Her carefully styled curly hair was now disheveled and loose.
She walked to the coffee table in the center of the living room, where a crystal vase was placed, containing several vibrant red roses.
Picking up the fine mist sprayer beside her, she mechanically pressed it onto the roses.
"Sizzle—Sizzle—"
Fine mist is evenly sprinkled on the plump petals, condensing into crystal droplets that slowly roll down the petal tips and disappear into the depths of the crevices.
Lin Shu stared at the most vibrant rose, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
Are you glad?
Of course, I'm fortunate.
The red marks on her wrist from Gu Chengyu's grip still throbbed, a reminder of the harrowing confrontation she had just witnessed in the backstage corridor.
She won her bet.
She didn't let him succeed, nor did she allow herself to become a plaything at his beck and call.
She saw the astonishment in his eyes, and even the anger of being offended.
That's good.
Anger is better than complete indifference.
At least in Gu Chengyu's heart, Lin Shu was no longer a nameless object that could be disposed of at will.
She has a name, and she has a temper.
She successfully left a mark on his arrogant and haughty world.
Is it a pity?
How could I not feel regret...
Unconsciously, she tightened her grip, causing the spray bottle in her hand to hiss more rapidly. Water droplets even accidentally splashed onto her smooth arm, leaving it feeling icy cold.
The petals, soaked with water, took on a breathtaking deep red hue under the light, trembling as they unfurled as if they might collapse under the weight of the moisture at any moment.
Lin Shu couldn't help but picture Gu Chengyu approaching her.
Beneath the black shirt, the bulging lines of his shoulders and back, the burning heat that could be felt even through the fabric, and the masculine scent mixed with strong liquor and the aroma of fine ebony...
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