The young man held the guitar, standing under the crystal light, the shimmering light casting his slightly tousled black hair onto his exquisite, flawless face, leaving a few gentle side shadows. His eyelashes drooped, his left hand moved up and down the strings, while his right hand rhythmically plucked them, producing a beautiful guitar melody that blended with the cherry blossom pink lips, articulating a pure and melodious song, which drifted gently like the wind, densely like the rain.
Bo Tingshen's gaze overflowed from his evenly proportioned, fair knuckles to his clear and charming face, the battered meat in his mouth tasteless, far less captivating than him…
Ye Xian finished singing the song and stopped playing, looking up only to see the man's lost expression.
"CEO?"
"CEO!"
She waved her hand in front of him a couple of times, and the man finally came back to his senses.
"Hehe, CEO, were you mesmerized by my singing?"
Bo Tingshen: "Too dull, I got distracted."
