The air conditioner's vent emitted a faint humming, and the linen curtains in the canteen's private room filtered the sunlight into a murky milky white.
"Mr. Lu~"
Only a man and a woman remained in the quiet private room.
He Ying stood slightly on her tiptoes, unbuttoning the shirt on the man's chest. Her fingers trembled involuntarily.
So close...
She took a deep breath, trying hard to control herself and attempted to find some topics to divert her attention.
After all, applying concealer for the boss, putting aside the assistant's role, was indeed charged with a tension between the sexes.
"Hmm?"
"You seem... to have gotten in better shape recently."
As soon as the words left her mouth, He Ying wished she could toss aside the concealer and turn around to smack her own head a few times.
What am I even saying!
He Ying, are you out of your mind?
"Really?"
