Chapter 61: There's Such a Thing?

Thinking of this, Shen Han's expression grew even darker. His mood suddenly felt irritable and unsettled. Just as he struggled to suppress the urge to throw her out, the sound of her gentle, even breathing reached him from beside him.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at her. She was leaning against him, already asleep, with a look of utter contentment on her face. As if sleeping by his side brought her immeasurable happiness.

He gazed at her sleeping form for a long time, unable to help himself. Unconsciously, he raised his hand, letting his slender fingers gently brush her cheek. The soft, delicate touch stirred something in his eyes.

The irritation he had felt in his heart had long since vanished without a trace, and his thin lips curled up slowly into a faint smile.

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Morning.

Because she had gone to bed early the night before, Lin Nanxun woke up early as well. Hearing Shen Han get up, she stirred and opened her eyes.

When she woke, the man was standing by the bed, putting on his shirt with an impassive expression, buttoning it up slowly and methodically.

Wearing only a white shirt, Shen Han looked inexplicably gentle. Lin Nanxun watched him dress, unable to tear her gaze away. Even the way this scoundrel dressed was pleasing to the eye.

Shen Han was halfway through buttoning his shirt when he noticed movement on the bed. Turning around, he saw her wide eyes fixed intently on him.

“If you’re awake, go change your clothes,” he said calmly, feeling no awkwardness, and continued buttoning his shirt. As he worked his way up, the exposed skin of his chest gradually disappeared beneath the fabric.

Lin Nanxun blinked, a little disappointed, and nodded. “Okay.” She answered obediently, then got up from the bed and went back to her room.

By the time Shen Han came downstairs for breakfast, Lin Nanxun had washed up and changed. Knowing she would be going out today, the housekeeper had dressed her in a lovely outfit: a sweater and short skirt, topped with a white, fur-collared cropped down jacket—lively and playful, perfectly suited to her age.

Lin Nanxun entered the dining room in this outfit, her slim, long legs exposed and drawing all eyes. Even Zhou Bei, who was always well-behaved around Shen Han, couldn’t help but glance twice.

Shen Han was drinking his black tea. When she came in, his gaze lingered on her exposed legs, then paused.

“Miss Lin, aren’t you cold wearing that in winter?” Zhou Bei, ever the straightforward man, couldn’t help but ask.

“You don’t know, do you, Zhou Bei? Miss Lin is wearing the latest trend—the ‘bare-leg magic tights.’ They look like bare legs, but they’re actually thick and very warm,” the housekeeper explained with a smile.

“‘Bare-leg magic tights’? There’s such a thing?” Zhou Bei looked genuinely surprised.

Shen Han raised an eyebrow, withdrew his gaze, and continued sipping his tea.

“So warm, Zhou Bei! You should try them too,” Lin Nanxun said, looking innocently at Zhou Bei.

The thermal tights the housekeeper had given her were much warmer than regular pants.

“Thank you for your kindness, Miss Lin, but I think I’ll pass…” Zhou Bei replied awkwardly, hastily declining.

Hearing his refusal, Lin Nanxun pouted slightly, then sat obediently beside Shen Han and began her breakfast.

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After breakfast, Zhou Bei drove Lin Nanxun and Shen Han out together.