Destined with You

When Gu Qingxin jumped off the bed, she froze as she took in the unfamiliar environment.

This was not North Garden…

The decor here was completely different from North Garden. North Garden was like a palace, splendid and magnificent, exuding extreme luxury everywhere.

The decor here was simple, primarily in cold shades of black, white, and gray, giving the entire room a sense of chilliness.

It was quite like… Beiming Han himself.

“If you don’t want to go, then get back in bed,” Beiming Han said, reaching out to pull her back.

Gu Qingxin quickly dodged him and asked, “Where is the washroom?”

Beiming Han, half-lying lazily on the bed, lifted his chin to indicate the direction.

Gu Qingxin immediately dashed into the bathroom; she really couldn’t hold it in any longer!

When she exited the bathroom, she saw that Beiming Ilan had already gotten up and was wearing only a pair of black, slim-fit trouser.

With his back to the bathroom, his tall figure enveloped in a halo of light looked as noble as a deity from Greek mythology. Gu Qingxin could only squint slightly to make him out clearly.

Beiming Han slowly turned around at the sound of her footsteps, his gaze resting on Gu Qingxin. lie was holding the shirt she had sewn for him.

“Help me put this on,” Beiming Han handed her the shirt.

Gu Qingxin didn’t know what was happening to her. Her heart would inadvertently quicken whenever she saw the man before her.

She slowly walked up to him, picked up the shirt, gave it a gentle shake, and slowly slid it over one of his arms. She then moved to the other side and repeated the process…

Beiming Han’s physique could only be described as perfect. Gu Qingxin started buttoning up his shirt, which covered his flawless body. Her delicate fingertips moved from bottom to top, securing each button neatly in succession.

In the dawn light, the petite girl bowed her head to dutifully dress the man. The man gazed at her tenderly, creating a beautiful scene like a painting.

After buttoning the last button, Gu Qingxin took a step back. Looking at the perfectly fitted shirt on his body, satisfaction spread across her face.

The shirt was slim-fit, meaning the measurements had to be precise. But this shirt fit him perfectly; not a hair’s breadth more or less would do. Any more would make it loose and any less, tight.

“How is it?” Gu Qingxin watched him nervously, anxiously awaiting his evaluation.

Beiming Han turned around, looking at his reflection in the mirror. The shirt fit him exceptionally well, and it was comfortable. Its sleek lines enhanced his erect posture even more…

“I don’t remember you taking my measurements. How did you manage to make it fit so perfectly?” Beiming Han turned back around, looking dashing and suave once again, quickening Xiao Ya’s heartbeat.

“Alt! I… I study design… so, so…” Gu Qingxin stammered, trying to explain.

“So, without taking measurements, you can determine the perfect measurements? Or… did you actually take my measurements!” Beiming Han moved a step closer.

Gu Qingxin,”…”

“Did you measure me with your hands?” Beiming Han caught her little hand and kissed it.

“No!”

Gu Qingxin immediately denied it. Every time he needed her, she would hold him. Even with her eyes closed, she knew how broad his shoulders were, how vast his chest was, and how narrow his waist was.

So, she didn’t need to measure, she just didn’t need to….