"Isn't the office more romantic?" Jun Mochan's brows rose playfully, his smile sinister.
Ye Ranran realized long ago that the seemingly gentle and refined Jun Mochan had this dark side. After all, who could truly be optimistic when sitting in such a position?
The so-called gentleness and refinement were but a façade. Beneath it was a darkness deeper than the night.
But what of it?
Ye Ranran smiled, her arms slung around Jun Mochan's neck, her breath sweet in his ear, "Husband, I'm not used to the office. Can we wait till we get home tonight?"
This Ye Ranran, gentle as water, dazzling as a blooming flower, bloomed just for him.
Jun Mochan was so smitten by her call that he nodded without thinking, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. The flame had already been kindled, how was he supposed to extinguish it?
But a promise given could not be taken back. Jun Mochan released Ye Ranran, fiercely gulping down several mouthfuls of cold water.