4 PM.
Shen City, Qianhai Free Trade Zone.
[TY Precision] Innovation Center.
The winter sunlight slanted in, painting the spacious, steady space with a layer of gold.
Ouyang Xianyue sat leaning over her desk, scattered across the large surface were the technical route maps of [Xuanji Light Realm], the global supply chain compliance report, and a memo of board meeting points.
Yet at this moment, she wasn't looking at the screen, but lowered her eyes, writing flowing cursive lines with a fountain pen on A4 paper.
"...Silken threads lightly entwine the red jade arm, small charms hang askew on the green cloud knot. The beauty meets a thousand years."
As she wrote the final line, her wrist paused slightly.
Behind her, it seemed there was again that warm, broad chest pressing from behind.
The hot breath sprayed beside her neck, the large hand wrapped around her wrist, leading her to roam freely on the rice paper...
Her heartbeat accelerated slightly.
