"Shaocheng, are you okay?" Chenxing used the velvet touch of femininity, exhibiting her softness in such a way that even she was amazed by it, marveling at how she was capable of sounding so tender and sticky.
Gazing into Gu Shaocheng's blood-shot eyes, a glimmer of softness began to appear. He grabbed Chenxing's arm amidst his anger, gently yanking her into his arms. Then, with a spin of his chair, he deftly lifted her and planted her securely on the desk.
"Sit still!" His voice, filled with restrained anger, echoed in her ear as she made to jump off.
Chenxing didn't dare to move. She sat rigidly on the office desk, looking down somewhat at Gu Shaocheng who was slightly shorter than her. She anxiously bit her lower lip, not daring to speak.
Gu Shaocheng also remained silent, and they locked eyes for a few seconds.