At dusk, warm light filtered through the glass window and fell into the room, pooling at the feet of two overlapping silhouettes.
With the soft POP of lips parting, the shadows were disturbed by a pair of slender high heels. A delicate figure leaned back, only to be caught by a young man's elegant hands, which wrapped securely around her lower back to steady her.
Jiang Qingli's breathing was slightly ragged. Supported by his hands, she took the opportunity to sit down on a high stool.
In the full-length mirror of the walk-in closet, her cheeks were flushed pink, and her breathing was still uneven.
Behind her, the white-haired, pink-eyed young man bent down and reluctantly kissed the corner of her lips before finally getting to business.
Gu Nian's long, slender fingers deftly gathered her hair. He held it up to approximate a style and asked in a gentle voice, "Sister, how about this?"
