In the office where Wen Nan works, next to the tea room, there's a storage room filled with all kinds of clutter by the company's cleaners and administrative staff, making it a cramped and enclosed space.
It was already after office hours, and most people had left, leaving only a few on-duty and overtime employees.
In the cold and silent office, no one noticed that the air in the storage room was thick and suffocatingly hot.
Wen Nan was leaning against a human-height stack of cardboard boxes, with his head lowered, intently gazing at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him.
Ru Huan's features were naturally soft and alluring. At the moment, her damp hair clung to one side of her cheek, her trembling eyelashes casting shadows on her blushing cheeks, giving her an enchanting yet somewhat mysterious allure.
Like a mountain spirit that feeds on human essence, leaving Wen Nan both flustered and unable to escape.
