Inside the office, time seemed to be paused.
The sunlight from outside streamed through the glass, intertwining the elongated shadows of the two, making them exceptionally clear.
Qiuqiu could clearly feel Tang Song's warm breath brushing against her cheek, carrying a faint and fresh scent.
She froze in place, her fingers subconsciously clutching the hem of his suit jacket.
A subtle yet undeniable tremor erupted from deep within her soul, swiftly spreading across her entire body like an electric current, and her skin prickled with goosebumps.
Tang Song's breath surrounded her, familiar yet reassuring, making her feel an unprecedented sense of safety and warmth.
Just like being beside her mother-in-law once before.
This moment is both blurry and clear, both chaotic and beautiful.
As if stepping on the borderline between dream and reality.
Suddenly, Qiuqiu's eyes widened.
The sensation of suction and embrace on her lips shattered the brief blankness in her mind.
