Gong Ting entered just in time to see her fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror. He folded his arms and leaned against the column, quietly watching her. Every time he saw her, he felt a sense of spiritual refreshment.
It was as if all the noise of the mundane world had left him, and his heart would feel very calm and peaceful.
In fact, over the years, he had always had excellent self-control and rarely lost his temper. But every time he saw her with Fu Zhengci, he would easily be enraged, even doing things that surprised even himself.
This woman could stir the deepest tenderness in his heart, as well as easily awaken the violent tendencies hidden in his body, making him alternately delighted and angry.
Xiao Yu felt two scorching gazes behind her, and when she turned around, she saw Gong Ting leaning against the column. Her breathing stopped, and she stood there gingerly, so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
