Gu Qili couldn’t be bothered to stoop to his level, glancing at his bookshelf which was made of solid, brown wood that appeared heavy and magnificent, filled with books.
She took a fancy to a wine magazine on the top shelf, the kind that’s suitable for beginners. It was probably untouched for a long time since it was placed so high up.
He had said before that she could read any of his books at will.
Gu Qili tried several times but couldn’t reach it. With no other option, she turned back to look at Mu Shuoqian, biting her finger and giving him a pitiful look, begging. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Mu Shuoqian, who had been busy reviewing documents, somehow sensed her gaze. When he looked up, he saw her frowning and giving him puppy eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally got up and walked over.
Just as Gu Qili was about to make room for him, his tall figure came close and sandwiched her between the bookshelf and his body just like a sandwich.
His solid chest pressed tightly against her back, her head didn’t even reach his shoulders. Gu Qili was not accustomed to such an intimate posture, her face turned red, and she wanted to escape.
"Don’t move." His hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, and he stood on tiptoes, stretching his long arm to grab a book from the top shelf and handed it to her.
"It’s not this one." Gu Qili’s face deepened in red, the hand on her shoulder was burning hot, it was so hot that she trembled, but she insisted on not going weak in the knees and pointed very seriously: "That one, the introduction to wine."
He looked as if he was quite annoyed that she hadn’t spoken sooner, leaning forward again, pressing even closer. She could even feel the hardness from the man’s body; she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but anyway, Gu Qili felt dizzy and wanted to quickly escape his embrace, yet his hand still rested on her shoulder as if using it as a platform to lean on.
He’s so tall, he doesn’t really need to lean on anything, does he?
Mu Shuoqian took down another book, and Gu Qili shook her head, saying, "No, it’s the beginner’s one."
Darn it, he can’t be illiterate, can he? The cover clearly says ’Wine Master,’ she’s just an apprentice, how could she carry the title of a master.
"Which one is it exactly?" He even seemed to grow annoyed, his brows tightly furrowed, and his body pressed tightly against hers. Through the thin layer of fabric, Gu Qili felt like she was on fire.
"Wine Basics for Beginners." She emphasized again, saying the full name, she didn’t believe he could get it wrong this time.
Mu Shuoqian made a sound of acknowledgment and took down another book. Gu Qili wanted to curse now; he still handed her the ’Wine Master’ book, what’s his obsession with ’master’?
She hastily accepted the book, no longer intending to argue, feeling like he was probably doing it on purpose.
"Fine, this one then." She turned to push the human wall in front of her, questioning what kind of muscle he trained to be so hard.
Mu Shuoqian lowered his head, looking at her flushed face with a mocking expression, "Aren’t you supposed to read the introductory book, are you sure you can understand this one?"
Mu Shuoqian, did I desecrate your family’s graves in my last life? Is this your way of driving someone to their death?
"Whether I understand it is none of your business." Gu Qili huffed, clutching the ’Wine Master’ book, giving him a shove to clear a path, feeling annoyed and embarrassed as she returned to her room.
Her body still felt hot from his touch, and she had to open a window to breathe. She glanced at the mirror on the wall unintentionally and even scared herself with how red her face was.
If she said Mu Shuoqian wasn’t taking advantage of the situation, even her slow-reacting brain wouldn’t believe it.
Gu Qili rubbed her hair in frustration until it was a messy bird’s nest. She was becoming more and more puzzled about him. What exactly did he want?