The law firm's reception room was silent.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and outside the glass wall was filled with life.
Downstairs, the spatula of the hot-dry noodle stall clanged against the iron bucket, while in the distance, the ferry's whistle floated over from the Yangtze River, as a delivery rider on an electric scooter zigzagged through the trumpet sounds of the evening rush hour.
Inside, only the faint moonlight remained, entwined with neon hues, illuminating the girl in the darkness.
Guan Yongyi stood there charmingly.
Her shirt wrapped around her pale thighs, arms crossed, a smile playing at her lips.
The man stepped forward two paces, embracing the girl tightly.
...
Finally, the sound of rustling could be heard in the reception room.
If you were an adult, you'd naturally know what that sound implied.
In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, a handsome man and beautiful woman were tightly entwined.
