Two hours later, when the secretary came over to collect the documents, Su Wanwan sat on the carpet with an innocent look, using her body to block those ambiguous traces.
Mu Yuze's lips carried a constant hint of a sneer. Watching the secretary's figure disappear, he finally let out a soft snort, scooped her up from the carpet, and said, "What are you covering it for? Someone's going to have to clean it up sooner or later anyway."
Su Wanwan still had some sense of shame. Her face flushed red as she said, "I'll clean it up, it's fine!"
The man shot her a lazy sideways look. Maybe he was satisfied for once, because he actually spoke mildly: "You won't be able to clean it properly."
"Then…"
"What are you getting all shy about? If you were really shy you shouldn't have seduced me just now." He wrapped an arm around her waist.
"How did I seduce you just now!" She was dying of injustice—she'd just been sitting there minding her own business when he suddenly leaned over to kiss her.
