"Hmm." She stretched out her hand, pinched his face, and gritted her teeth: "Even though you are already married, why are there still so many clueless women throwing themselves at you?"
He swatted her hand away and pulled her towards his office, "Your husband is very charming."
Zhuang Shuqing: "..."
The office he took her to was another one, the decoration style was quite similar to that of his home, and one could easily guess it was his office by looking at it.
After admiring it, she couldn't help but exclaim, "No one would expect a man who likes such a strict, lust-constrained style to actually be a..."
"Actually be what, hmm?"
The man's face suddenly drew close, and Zhuang Shuqing's words were abruptly interrupted.
The two were very close, their warm breaths on each other's face, and Zhuang Shuqing felt her breathing become erratic. She forcibly suppressed her heartbeat and avoided his gaze without leaving a trace, "It's nothing, I'm going back to my office now."
