When Ze Wu stepped through the door, he happened to see Shi Wangyue standing by the window drinking water.
The morning sun at the window floated in and fell on him, casting his brows and eyes in deep shadow; his indescribably handsome face was sharply defined, with a high bridge of the nose and lips pressed together in a hint of severity, his jawline all the more clean and decisive.
He was indeed dressed in a set of fashionable new clothes: a cantaloupe-colored V‑neck inner layer with a black jacket printed with cantaloupe‑colored green leaves over it, his long legs in a pair of well‑cut black trousers, feet in gray‑green casual shoes, exposing a section of clearly jointed ankle.
A relaxed, free style, in both cut and color something he had never worn to the office before, yet on him it looked absolutely stunning.
An air of a gentleman all over him, like a green pine newly planted.
His looks were excellent, and his expression just as fine.
