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Beiming Han stared intently at the bowl of noodles, finally secured the lid, picked it up, and left.

Lian Qingruo finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she could finally clock out. As she went to close the door to the president’s office, her gaze fell upon the tea table where the food box that Long Xuxu had brought was still untouched.

Gu Qingxin returned to North Garden, disheartened. Aunt Zhou, seeing her enter, immediately approached her, asking anxiously, “What happened? Did you see the young master? Did he eat the noodles you sent him?”

Gu Qingxin shook her head. Long Xuxu had delivered takeout from Shunxiang Vegetarian Restaurant. She had merely sent a bowl of hand-rolled noodles. How could Beiming Han possibly have eaten hers?

“Miss, don’t lose heart. I’ve made soup. Have a bowl before you go to bed,” Aunt Zhou said cheerfully.

“I’m fine, Aunt Zhou. I’m not hungry. I’m going to take a shower,” Gu Qingxin replied before returning to her room.

After taking her shower, Aunt Zhou still brought the soup over. Seeing the warm look in Aunt Zhou’s eyes, Gu Qingxin didn’t refuse and drank the soup.

“Miss, go to bed early,” Aunt Zhou said, picking up the bowl and leaving.

Gu Qingxin’s back was still aching slightly. The medicine Bai Jingqing gave her seemed to really work. She had checked in the mirror, and the swelling on her back had completely gone away.

Wearing her pajamas, Gu Qingxin climbed onto the bed, picked up a book to read, while her mind kept mulling over ways to apologize to Beiming Han.

But within a few short minutes, her eyes were heavy with fatigue. After her eyelashes fluttered a few times, they finally fell closed…

Her face was nestled against the open book…

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a tall figure appeared inside the room. The man, upon reaching her bedside, removed the young girl’s sleepwear, observing her now de-swollen back…

Despite the sudden pain causing the young girl to furrow her brows and her eyeballs to roll, she didn’t wake up…

The next day, when Gu Qingxin woke up, she was still lying on the bed, her body sore and aching…

Her face also hurt. Lifting her head, she saw the book still under her face, with two wet spots on it. Gu Qingxin hurriedly wiped her mouth, her saliva had already dried.

After struggling for a while, the young girl finally got up and vigorously rubbed her tiny face, which had been squashed into shape, her brows furrowed tightly. Why did she have such a steamy dream again last night?

Closing her eyes, she could still feel the man’s hot breath, his fiery body…

Gu Qingxin simply used both hands to rub her face, chiding herself out loud, “Gu Qingxin, you’re a bad girl, having such dreams again!”

Shaking her head vigorously, she closed the book that had her saliva on it, packed it into her bag.

For the next three days, Beiming Han still hadn’t returned to the North Garden. Gu Qingxin, still worrying about apologizing to him, was often absent-minded.

Every time she thought of Beiming Han taking off his shirt in front of everyone, she felt uncomfortably distressed…

For the past few days, she had been working on design illustrations, wanting to design and make a gift shirt for him as a token of her apology.

Unconsciously, Beiming Han’s muscular upper body, his firm chest, and abs — the perfect combination of strength and beauty—appeared in her mind…

Although he was cold, his body was warm, every time he held her, she could feel her heart rate increasing…

The young girl couldn’t help but think of the dream she had last night.