In the end, their tryst moved to the lounge.
After all, the office had a glass door. While people outside couldn't see them, they could see everyone coming and going, so how could they dare to truly let themselves go?
Summer nights arrived late. They stayed in that room from high noon until the neon city lights flickered outside, never once stepping out. During that time, Zhou Mochen's people were remarkably tactful—not a single internal line rang.
"Massage my back…" Xu Su commanded, sprawled languidly on the bed. "A little lower."
The hand on her waist obeyed, moving down a bit. As Zhou Mochen massaged her, he slowly kissed her shoulder blade. "Hungry?"
"…" Xu Su turned her head to glare at him. "You're not allowed to make fun of me!"
"My silly girl, who could ever bear to make fun of you?" Zhou Mochen planted a firm kiss between her brows. "Be good. I'm just happy, that's all."
