A dark and silent office, a woman so frantic she wanted nothing more than to jump out of the window.
The Talk app finally pinged, but it was an unfamiliar profile picture, the message containing only two words: "Come down."
Shi Nian yanked her own hair in distress. Her greatest fear had come true: from that tone alone, she could tell it was definitely not Ye He, but... that cop thug!
What deity had she offended to be entangled with this man?
She decided to play dumb, neither going downstairs nor replying.
As if the other person could read her mind, a new message arrived shortly after: "I’m only waiting 118 minutes for you."
Shi Nian suddenly realized: she had 118 private photos stored in her album! That thug was threatening her, exposing a photo every minute?!
This... here we’ll skip over ten thousand and eighty thousand words.
In the end, Shi Nian still ran out of the office building clutching her briefcase.
She had just showered that evening, her hair was loose. She hadn’t used any styling products, her hair naturally curled into lazy arcs. She was wearing a simple knitted long dress, the hem revealing her delicate ankles, and below, bare feet slipped into flip-flops. Her face was makeup-free.
This appearance would be a disaster on another woman, but on her... it made Tang Yanqing grip his trousers tightly inside the car.
Damn it, she made every pair of his pants feel so tight.
For a woman, sometimes a bra is not just an undergarment, but the most basic respect and confidence. Without this baseline, no woman would casually face a stranger.
Especially not a man who had thoroughly felt her all over just two hours ago.
So when Shi Nian first dashed out of the office building, she was still trembling slightly from nervousness. But upon spotting that blue Land Rover parked under the streetlights — she became furious, running straight up to pound hard on his car window.
"Oh, so it’s you! I wondered why you looked familiar!"
Tang Yanqing leisurely lowered the car window, tilted his head out, and looked at her.
Just from that simple motion, Shi Nian found herself dumbfounded.
Please, she didn’t want it to happen either. She never considered herself a lovesick fool — yet in that instant, her senses were beyond her control.
By now, the man in the car had already shed his police uniform and removed those infuriating sunglasses. He wore only a loose ivory V-neck knit shirt, revealing his delicate collarbones. His hair was not meticulously styled, resting soft and fluffy against his temples, reducing the imposing vibe the police uniform gave him. Now he appeared more like a big boy — a big boy with model-like proportions.
It seemed he had just showered too, enveloped by a warm steam and exuding a fatal allure.
Most lethal were his eyes...
Even in the night, those eyes were as clear as a spring, their light mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away.
Narrow eyelids matched with extremely thin eyelids, originally ideal for the typical almond-shaped eyes of an East Asian, yet he had the natural gift of perfectly formed double eyelids — thus his eyes boasted both the classic charm of the East and the deep allure of the West.
Those very eyes, unblinkingly fixed on her. As if in this world, she was the only one that existed.
Shi Nian’s heart skipped a beat.
She bit her lip hard: "Give me back my phone!"
He didn’t even blink, shrugging: "... First, put down that unsightly briefcase in your arms." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs noᴠelfire.net
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