"Gu Annan!" Lu Wanwan hastily cried out to stop him, unsure of what he might say.
"...I'm getting up." Gu Annan wasn't stopped by her shouting; instead, he completed the sentence at a steady, unhurried pace, "Or should I say, I just woke up and felt like finding some presence."
"I'm just a little..."
A little hot.
It was really just a bit hot, and when she reached that word, she stopped.
"Actually, I was about to get up," she said in a quiet voice.
Her back and legs ached, and in truth, she didn't want to get out of bed so early.
Seeing Gu Annan suddenly sit down at the edge of the bed, she glared at him warily, "Aren't you going to the company?"
In recent times, for some reason, he had been extremely self-controlled.
Probably because during those days, she was so depressed due to the passing of her grandmother that he treated her like a delicate porcelain doll, and it was actually she who clung too tightly to him.
