You Have His Heart, But You Can't Get Him

Lin Gantang slept soundly for the rest of the night. When Wen Yanqing woke up in the morning, he played with her fingers and kissed the back of her hand, but she did not feel a thing.

Wen Yanqing kissed her lips and stood up gently.

By the time Lin Gantang lazily rolled over and opened her eyes, Wen Yanqing was already changing into his work clothes.

Lin Gantang looked at his broad and straight back. She propped her chin on her hand and slowly admired him.

Wen Yanqing put on his coat and turned around to see Lin Gantang staring at him. He smiled. "You're up? Breakfast is ready, remember to eat."

He picked up his watch and put it on. "Are you going to wait here until the afternoon to go to the bookstore, or are you going home first?" he asked.

Lin Gantang turned over and lay flat on her back. "That's your house, not mine. You're my dad's son. I'm so redundant."

"He's the best father I've ever seen." Wen Yanqing laughed involuntarily.