Lu Xiaoyou returned to the president's office. Long Xiliang had already changed into a suit and was sitting behind the desk, handling his workload.
From Lu Xiaoyou's perspective, she could see the man's chiseled jawline and his alluring thin lips pressed lightly together.
While working, his face had no expression. The cold light of the computer screen reflected in his jet-black eyes. He was a born aristocrat, regal and magnificent, exuding an air of dominance.
The Long Xiliang in front of her now bore no trace of the smoldering, uncontrollable passion he'd shown on the bed. At this moment, he resembled an angel seated at the feet of God, radiating incandescent brilliance, commanding the reverence of all who beheld him.
Lu Xiaoyou walked around behind Long Xiliang, placed her hands on his shoulders, and leaned herself against him.
"Did you eat the pastries Silu sent over?" she asked.
"I threw them all away." His tone was indifferent.
