Shen Que rarely got up early, and on a whim decided to go to his own media company.
He wore a bright orange silk shirt with the collar casually open, paired with ripped jeans and limited-edition sneakers, strolling through the office area in a trendy mix-and-match style.
The employees greeted him respectfully, and he nodded absentmindedly, his gaze lazily sweeping over the training rooms.
As I passed a practice room, I could faintly hear soothing music drifting out.
Chen Que did not stop walking, only glancing casually at the glass wall.
With just one glance, he froze at the doorway, unable to move any further.
In front of a huge floor-length mirror, a girl is stretching her body intently with her back to him.
Her arms stretched out upwards, and her workout clothes outlined the beautiful butterfly shape of her shoulder blades.
She slowly bent down, her waist arching gracefully into a curve, her movements fluid, like a tender willow swaying in the morning breeze.
Two straight and well-proportioned legs were stretched out, with the toes touching the ground.
There was no deliberate showing off, no affectation.
That earnest dedication to practice was particularly moving.
Shen Que subconsciously held his breath.
He, the second young master, had frequented the entertainment industry and the world of pleasure, and had seen countless beauties of all shapes and sizes, each with their own unique charm.
The sight of her back still amazed him.
Like the first rays of sunlight piercing through the thin mist in the early morning in a mountain stream, bringing a refreshing clarity to the mind and body.
She's his type.
When did the company sign such a rough gem?
Shen Que's eyes were full of excitement. He pushed open the door without hesitation and went in, deliberately making noise as he went.
Su Qianqian paused, turned around in confusion. At this time, there shouldn't be anyone in the practice room.
When that little face came into full view, he found it hard to breathe.
This girl is even more stunning from the front than from the back.
Her face was small and delicate, her skin was porcelain white, and her eyes were bright and innocent.
Pure and fresh, like a gardenia with dewdrops, untouched by dust.
His undisguised gaze swept from her forehead to her delicate chin and then to her exquisite curves.
"Tsk..." Shen Que let out an undisguised exclamation.
He walked towards her step by step, his hands in his pockets.
"Newly signed?"
He stopped two steps away from her, his gaze still fixed on her face. "Who is your agent? You've kept it well hidden. You didn't even inform the company beforehand that you have such a promising talent?"
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