As straightforward as a sharp blade.
Gu Shaozhi's handsome face remained calm, as if her words had brushed past him harmlessly.
His dark eyes lingered on the woman's rosy cheeks. After half a minute, his thin lips curled into a self-mocking smile.
Gu Shaozhi knew Wanxia's personality well; she would say she wouldn't drink, unless he gripped her jaw to forcibly pour the hangover tea down her throat—otherwise, she wouldn't compromise.
She responds to toughness, not gentleness. To put it bluntly, she's just asking for trouble.
...
After the pattering sound of the water stopped, Wanxia could hear many sounds in the quiet space.
The man blow-drying his hair in the bathroom, the sound of the door opening, slippers tapping the floor, the sound of the lights being switched off, the rustling of the covers as he got into bed.
