Gu Shaocheng hadn't even entered the bedroom when he heard her commenting hilariously about something. He chuckled, shrugged off his jacket, holding it in one hand,
and fished out his phone with the other. He saw two unread texts and began replying as he walked into the bedroom. After finishing the replies, staff members had already hung up the photo. Chenxing, innocent like a maiden, stood by the window, her face radiant with joy as though painted with rouge.
She was utterly dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful.
Gu Shaocheng felt a rush of heat in his head and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
The butler and servants had left the bedroom unnoticed, leaving it in a state of intimacy. Now, there were only the two of them, tightly embraced. "Shaocheng, look, isn't it beautiful?"
"More beautiful than the real you."
What the heck—always teasing her.
"So, do you like me or the me in the photo?"
