Chapter 3: They’re Still Embracing After Entering the House
Her stomach was still in discomfort, but she endured it the entire journey until they finally arrived.
Without waiting for the car to come to a complete stop, she hurriedly opened the door and got out. The man seated beside her finally glanced at her, his long eyebrows knitting together in displeasure. It seemed he wanted to say something, but he paused the moment his leather shoes touched the ground.
Clutching the hefty French dictionary, she stood facing the sea in the twilight, chin slightly raised, eyes squinting, taking deep breaths. Her delicate features were soon engulfed by a sense of fulfilling satisfaction. The sea breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her snow-white slender calf.
Breathing in the seaside air, Gu Qili felt it was an utmost luxury, as if every part of her, from her throat to her stomach to her limbs, was coming back to life.
Sensing an unusual aura behind her, she quickly turned around, and her gaze collided with his in mid-air. Within those deeply dark eyes flickered a sun-like emotion, elusive and difficult to comprehend, swiftly passing by. By the time she blinked again, he had reverted to his usual indifference, his pursed lips signalling his dissatisfaction.
Gu Qili hastily lowered her head and trod across the pebble-paved pathway towards him.
"You're going in just like that?" His dissatisfaction escalated, his gaze falling on the dictionary she hugged so tightly in her arms—something she never clung to him as earnestly, not letting go even for a moment.
Gu Qili had intended to put it in her backpack, but the dictionary was too thick and too large, and with her backpack already full, there was simply no room for it. Thus, she had carried it all the way, but bringing it inside would inevitably seem odd. She was at a loss for what to do when she saw him glance impatiently at the parking spot.