If Qu Xiangru is strong liquor, then Xu Xin is a daughter red slowly warming under a clay stove.
Gentle, obedient.
Even her voice was extremely restrained, as if speaking too loud would be a shameful thing.
Her flushed cheeks and shy, dreamy eyes tugged at Song Guanchao's heartstrings, invigorating him with energy.
Song Guanchao held her slender waist tightly, sending her to exhilarating peaks again and again.
By five o'clock, they came out of the house.
Xu Xin's face was rosy and radiant, though her walking posture was a bit awkward.
She felt like a solitary traveler in a desert, sometimes going a month without a drop of water, seizing the moment to drink deeply when an oasis was found.
On the way to the restaurant, Song Guanchao once more dialed Lin Min's number.
As soon as the call connected, Lin Min said, "I've already given the contract to Mr. Fu."
Song Guanchao acknowledged and said, "Now send an investment contract, I'll send you the address."
