The clock on the wall ticked away, it had been fifteen minutes since Hua Hua had indulged, seemingly falling into a deep sleep.
Ling Yin emerged from the restroom, adjusted the temperature in the lounge, quietly shut the door, and returned to his office.
As the door closed, Hua Hua opened his eyes, still hazy from intoxication and passion.
Staring at the clock on the wall, he turned over in confusion.
He couldn't quite figure out Ling Yin.
He didn't even touch him, just took care of him once, yet it seemed like Hua Hua got a great deal out of it. Why was that?
Should he pay him a service fee?
He turned over again in bewilderment, unable to comprehend.
Until a wave of fatigue hit, and he slipped into sleep.
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With too much work in hand, Ling Yin returned to his office and started dealing with his tasks.
The secretary entered with documents, and he focused intently, the man engrossed in work, meticulous and strategizing.
