He hadn't changed clothes all day, still wearing that summer-style fitted black shirt.
It was probably worn for some formal occasion as he was wearing a tie.
Now, the tie hung loosely and his sleeves were carelessly rolled up; half of his face turned toward her, the line of his jaw perfectly smooth, as if it were a favorite creation of God.
Ye Yan found herself staring blankly without realizing it.
"Do you have a tape measure?"
Fu Xingzhou's words pulled Ye Yan back from her daydreaming.
She quickly returned to normal, silently cursing the dangers of beauty.
Ye Yan found a tape measure and handed it over.
Fu Xingzhou reached out and touched her fingers.
Even though the contact was so slight, and he was wearing gloves, Ye Yan still recoiled as if shocked, hastily moving to the side.
She hung her head, her face flushing red, picked up Sijiu and sat on the sofa to ease the awkwardness.