Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Although Qin Zhi’ai sat there, mannered and quiet, and she didn’t look at him, she still sensed there was something wrong with him.
In the fear that someone or something would set Gu Yusheng off and he would lose his temper at her, Qin Zhi’ai moved her body closer to the door.
But as she moved, the lace of the dress on her chest was untied slightly.
Because the dress was off the shoulders, she wore a strapless bra instead of a regular one.
From the viewpoint of Gu Yusheng, he could see her entire left boob.
The bra covered the nipple, but it seemed to be invisible to him.
Is she going to attend the evening party with me in that dress?
If we meet with the others later, will everyone be able to see her chest?
Thinking that, the scene of a bunch of men greeting them and glimpsing at her chest emerged in Gu Yusheng’s mind.
Consequently, Gu Yusheng had to hold in swear words, furious anger burning in his eyes that were still on Qin Zhi’ai’s chest. He felt the impulse to kill someone clearly arouse in his body.
However, he had nowhere to let his impulsive anger out, so he gnashed loudly and crushed the stub between his fingers. The stub was broken in an instant because of the strength of his fingers.
With a gloomy face, Gu Yusheng looked at the buildings outside the window. They had almost arrived at the location of the party.
Should I let her go inside with me dressed like this?
But it was me who invited her to come, I can’t drive her away with an angry face like usual.
Gu Yusheng raised his hand to pull his tie loose, and when he was about to undo the top button to get more fresh air, his sights suddenly fell on a small box by his hand.
There was the knife that he usually used to unpack express packages…
Gu Yusheng, who had been immersed himself in furious anger, suddenly calmed down.
He stared at the knife for a while, rolling his eyes, then took the knife in his hand when Xiaowang and Qin Zhi’ai weren’t paying attention to him.
He leaned against the seat deliberately with ease. It seemed that he was staring ahead without blinking, but actually, he was glancing at the dress on Qin Zhi’ai out of the corner of his eye.
When he saw the zipper of the dress, he reached out to touch his nose, then closed his eyes.
About ten minutes passed, and his body leaned toward Qin Zhi’ai slowly before he put his head on Qin Zhi’ai’s shoulder.
His actions really scared Qin Zhi’ai, her whole body shuddering. She turned her head instinctively to look at him.
With eyes closed, the man breathed slowly, as if he had fallen into sleep.
Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t move an inch because of Gu Yusheng’s weight on her body. The unique, fresh fragrance on him mixed with tobacco kept floating into her nose, giving her random thoughts.
Gu Yusheng rested his head on Qin Zhi’ai’s shoulder silently for a while, then opened his eyes and took a glimpse at her. Seeing her in a daze, he moved the knife to her waist, found the zipper by memory, and cut the thread attaching the zipper very quickly.
