Chapter 24 - 24. A Persian Cat... (2/2)

”Haaah”...

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After she washed up, she took a look at her closet, it was a normal one, not a walk-in one, she didn't like too much extravagance after all.

She chose a long monochrome patterned-knit sweater dress that fell to her knees, complimented it with thick black stockings and covered everything with her Double Breasted slim fit long black trench coat.

She pulled her hairs into a loose ponytail, dabbed some peach balm on her lips and she was ready to go.

She took her handbag with her in one hand while the other held the packed sponge cake, she will be having her breakfast with him today.

It was really a bit colder outside.

While walking, she had used a hand to clutch her long coat tighter to her body, 'should have brought the scarf....so cold.'

When she entered the building her nose and cheeks were tinged pink, she was a bit too sensitive to cold.

The lounge was a bit desolated today, well, it was weekend so many were on a holiday.

She directly took the elevator up and went into the penthouse and was dazzled by what she saw.

Qin ZiXuan was already up and was probably waiting for her.

The warm light through the floor to ceiling tinted windows shrouded his body, he had a small arc on his lips and it made his face incredibly soft and angelic(?), she could've bet she saw white feathers floating for a second.

When he saw her he naturally got up from the sofa and with small steps came to greet her.

In a low magnetic voice he said, ”Good Morning”

She regained her thoughts, put on a smile and greeted back, ”hmm...Good Morning.”

After that he took the box from her hands and headed to the kitchen, he instinctively knew what it was.

She just smiled at his gesture.

It was naturally warmer inside so she took her coat off, she hung it on the stand before following him inside.

Today he was in comfy home wear, though it couldn't take away his Adonis looks, as the custom black long sleeve shirt clung to his toned body and the trousers enhanced his muscles, still, when compared to his Ice Emperor office-look, now, he felt very approachable.

His slight messy but furry hairs fell over his forehead, covering it, the mole, like always, was glistening and gave him a lazy Persian Cat look; to her, he looked very cute.

”What would you like for breakfast today?”, she asked him as she entered the kitchen, with a doting smile.

”Something light...”, he replied gliding his hand over his hairs.

”Got it.”