"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Is Shen Fanyun completely shameless? What is a grown man doing, curled up in my private office? If any other employees find out, they'll misunderstand our relationship, and I'll never be able to explain myself. And this guy… he actually took off his shoes! Was sitting not comfortable enough for him? Is he planning to lie down and make himself at home?
"Put your shoes on," Su Xiyang ordered coldly, unable to stand it any longer.
Shen Fanyun couldn't be bothered to respond.
Su Xiyang stomped over to him, looking adorably fierce, as if she would tear him apart if he didn't immediately comply.
"Haven't you learned your lesson?" Shen Fanyun squinted.
Su Xiyang froze, remembering Shen Fanyun's rough, frantic actions from a few days ago, which had left her legs so weak she couldn't even get out of bed. The memory alone made her face pale in shock. Without hesitation, she turned to put some distance between them.
But she was a step too late.
