Leng Youchen leaned against his desk, surveying the room. The office held only Wei Anning. His gaze returned to her, a playful smile gracing his lips, "Coming back early to accompany you—isn't that better?"
Wei Anning instinctively glanced at the drawer. Seeing it securely shut, she sighed in relief, "Sure."
The man, vibrant with energy, reached out and pulled her up from the chair. He encircled her with his arm, his thin lips pressing down to kiss hers. Wei Anning froze briefly, then recalled they were in the office. She pressed against his shoulder, "Leng Youchen, someone could see us."
But he was relentless, firmly sealing her lips. Even if someone saw, it didn't matter—he just wanted to kiss her.
Wei Anning offered only token resistance before her hands slid around his neck, holding him tightly as she actively reciprocated his kiss.
