Qin Mo held the tray brimming with food, enough for two servings.
The butler had already set it up, insisting she share the meal with Chu Yiqin.
What a bizarre idea, having breakfast by the poolside.
The sun hadn't risen yet, and early autumn brought a hint of chilliness. Beneath the parasol lay a man, his long legs casually bent, seemingly enjoying himself. His lean muscles appeared firm but not grotesque, rather beautiful.
Qin Mo hadn't expected to ever describe Chu Yiqin with the word "beautiful."
"President Chu, your breakfast."
She approached, placing the tray in front of him.
Chu Yiqin barely opened his eyes, his body still specked with droplets of water, looking as though he'd just emerged from the water, his body emitting the pheromones of post-exercise. His half-closed eyes beheld her, his features delicate and expansive, like a profound ink painting, yet tinged with a cool aura.
His gaze lingered on her for mere seconds before turning to the breakfast.