Chapter 52
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Su Qianxun looked at the steaming cup of coffee in front of Long Sijue and immediately felt a little awkward. She stood there and bit her lower lip softly, not knowing what to do.
Long Sijue's gaze darkened again when he saw the little thing's habitual movements. Her lips were the most tender pink, and she never wore any lipstick. Her lips had a natural fragrance, and they were so delicious that he could never get enough of them.
"Young master, do you have any other orders?" Zi Fan looked at the distracted man and asked.
"Nothing. You can go back now," Long Sijue said flatly.
Zi Fan nodded respectfully, turned around and left. When she walked past Su Qianxun, she looked straight ahead.
Long Sijue picked up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip. His gaze fell on the computer in front of him, and he no longer looked at the young woman who was standing at the door.
"I … I won't disturb you anymore." Su Qianxun tactfully prepared to leave.
"Come here."
His sudden words made Su Qianxun's heart skip a beat. She thought about what she had to do, but she still turned around obediently and walked over to his side.
Su Qianxun thought that he would treat her like he used to. She was already prepared, but this time, he started working seriously and had no intention of paying attention to her at all.
Su Qianxun stood there for a long time and occasionally raised her head to look at him.
She had to admit that he was extremely handsome and charming when he was not staring at her with his predatory eyes and did not have the suffocating, oppressive aura around him.
Who knew how many women had been mesmerized by this uniquely handsome face.
But she knew very well that under his handsome appearance was a cold and evil heart.
Long Sijue worked for half an hour. He suddenly put down the mouse and leaned back. He closed his eyes and furrowed his handsome eyebrows a little.
Even though it was not obvious, Su Qianxun still noticed it.
"Do you have a headache?" Su Qianxun asked without thinking.
Long Sijue hummed softly. His face was expressionless, and he did not look like a normal person who was in pain.
If he had not inadvertently furrowed his eyebrows just now, Su Qianxun would not have believed that this man was suffering from a headache.
She did not know why, but she seemed to be able to sense that his headache was not a normal headache. It was the kind that could torture a person to death.
"Go to the sofa, okay? Let me massage it for you. "Su Qianxun mustered up all her courage and gently held his large hand, which was on the study table.
Long Sijue opened his eyes abruptly and fixed his gaze on her. Su Qianxun was startled. She withdrew her hand, as if it was scalding hot. She lowered her head in a flustered manner.
"Sorry … I …"
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Long Sijue said a little impatiently.
Su Qianxun was speechless.
She realized that he meant to go to the sofa. She immediately took two steps back and waited for him to go first.
Long Sijue stood up and lowered his head to look at the young woman before him. He was too tall, and he gave off an oppressive aura. Su Qianxun subconsciously took a few steps back. Someone suddenly grabbed her small hand, and she raised her head to look at him, a little shocked.
Long Sijue had already averted his gaze from her and was pulling her towards the couch.
When they reached the couch, Long Sijue pulled her to sit down. He lay down on the couch and rested his head on her lap.
Su Qianxun's body stiffened. The man on her lap had already closed his eyes. His slightly trembling fingers betrayed how upset he was right then.
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