The cold man sat behind the desk, holding a pen with clear joints, and sharp lines drew across the paper, and the outlined words were vigorous and powerful.

He heard the sound and frowned and glanced at the door. His spine was drawn with a tight arc. The shape of the butterfly bone under his white shirt was vaguely visible, which was extremely tense and beautiful.

He remembered asking the bodyguard not to disturb him during this period.

The dark eyes fell dark, frost condensed inside, and a hint of coldness dissipated [Literature Museum     ] was released, and the room became a little colder again.

"Tu tuk!"

The knock on the door sounded again, and the man then calmed down and said coldly: "Enter!"

Chen Chuqian opened the door and walked in, and saw a man buried in his head behind his desk.

She could see his plump forehead, straight nose bridge, and his jaw hidden in the shadow. The cold man tightened his body and handled his work seriously.

Well, it’s very handsome. It’s said that serious men are the most handsome, and they are indeed right.

Chen Chuqian didn't bother him, but just walked slowly behind him, stood in front of the bookshelf, and looked up at the book shelf to look for the book she wanted to read.

Li Hanyuan stared at the information in his hand and waited for the visitor to say something, but noticed that the person walked into him and then stood behind him with his desk.

He pursed the corners of his lips with some displeasure, but a faint fragrance floated from the tip of his nose. The familiar smell made him realize who the person was.

Shen Chuqian!

The bitter coldness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and a faint softness replaced it. Li Hanyuan simply put down his pen and turned around.

The girl was wearing a slim tuxedo and pinched her slender waist with her slim legs wrapped in canine-shaped trousers. Although she could not see the beautiful curves of her legs, she could still imagine her slenderness and straightness.

The short hair is attached to the white and tender cheeks, revealing the white and slender neck, and the tight thread wrapped in the snow-white shirt collar is close. When you look up, your hair may pass through the snow-white patch, as if there are feathers gently brushing across your heart.

Li Hanyuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, stood up and touched him quietly, and supported his beautiful palms on the bookshelf, successfully imprisoning the person in front of him.

The man's shadow was enough to completely cover Chen Chuqian, the clear and cold fragrance completely wrapped her, and the temperature on the man's body also came.

This is a man's body, tall and strong, and incompatible with her slenderness.

Li Hanyuan looked up at the bookshelf above her fingers, and his fingers with distinct joints were pressed onto several books, rubbing the back of her white and tender hands, and the man's low voice also came: "Which book is needed?"

The temperature on the back of his hand has not disappeared yet. Chen Chuqian could feel the temperature on his back. He didn't seem to have to tiptoe anymore. The person behind him seemed to be able to arrive as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Just the one in your hand."

Li Hanyuan took the book down so easily, but he did not leave, but sent it to Chen Chuqian.

Because one hand holds the bookshelf and the other hand delivers the books to the front, no matter from any angle, it gives people the illusion that a man seems to be holding her in his arms.

But Chen Chuqian didn't think it was an illusion.

This feeling of being surrounded from all directions really seems to be in his arms, making people unable to struggle or move.

"You let me."

She turned around, but the man lowered his head, capturing all opportunities, and putting his thin lips on the corner of his lips, printing a kiss full of pity and reluctance.
Chapter completed!