Seeing Shen Su's confused expression, Feng Feng added, "If it weren't for knowing about Zhang Shuang's situation at the last minute, this would have been a Christmas present."
This time, Shen Su understood. His smile gradually turned awkward, as he was in the wrong in this matter. Fortunately, Feng Feng didn't dwell on the topic. She glanced at his collar, "Do you want to try on the tie?"
Shen Su pushed his luck, "President Feng, would you help me?"
Feng Feng felt powerless, "I don't know how to tie a tie."
Shen Su said, "It's okay, I can teach you."
Feng Feng pondered for a few seconds, "Alright, I'll try."
With that, she stood up and walked in front of Shen Su. Their figures were reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.
Feng Feng took the tie from Shen Su's hand, raised her arm, and draped it around his neck, then stopped, "What's the next step?"
Shen Su placed his hands over hers, gently holding them, "I'll teach you. First, cross them, then like this..."
Feng Feng watched Shen Su's movements intently, unable to ignore the warmth from his dry palms. Tying a tie was an intimate act, and now, they were unknowingly closer, their chests almost touching.
"Did you learn?" Shen Su asked, having already tied the tie. "Do you want to try it yourself again?"
Feng Feng recalled the movements and nodded. Then, she saw Shen Su, with a smile, untie the tie with one hand. The muscles in his forearm tensed as he pulled the tie down, exuding immense tension.
Feng Feng took the tie from Shen Su and tried it herself. She was a rather gifted student. Shen Su had shown her once, and she could already do it, just a bit slowly.
Feng Feng looked down at her handiwork, a satisfied expression on her face. Just as she was about to step back, Shen Su suddenly hugged her waist and gently squeezed twice, his intentions quite obvious.
Feng Feng didn't dodge. She looked up and kissed his Adam's apple. Shen Su's grip tightened, and he leaned down, biting her ear through her hair, his actions becoming wild. "President Feng, you're going to be the death of me."
Feng Feng didn't reply. Her fingers traced the tie and untied it. The newly bought tie was tossed onto the sofa nearby. Feng Feng then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, and soon, the man's partially revealed chest muscles were visible. Feng Feng reached inside, and at the same time, the zipper of her dress was also unzipped.
Outside, the crowd roared, and the atmosphere inside the room was equally heated. Feng Feng stood barefoot on the carpet, her arms propped on the floor-to-ceiling window. She could see the lively performances in Times Square and Shen Su's face behind her, sometimes near, sometimes far.
Time trickled by, and her soul felt as if it had floated to the sky. Her senses were completely heightened. Even through the soundproof glass, she could hear the cheers and screams of the crowd. She felt as if she were participating in this grand event.
The floor-to-ceiling window gradually fogged up. Her fingers traced lines in the mist, each one over twenty centimeters long.
Her fingertips seemed to be sweating with heat.
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With every breath, the warm air from her lips caused the glass window to fog up.
It was eleven-thirty. Amidst the rising cheers from below, the fireworks display officially began. Wave after wave of brilliant fireworks bloomed before her eyes. Her pupils reflected a kaleidoscope of colors, the visual and sensory stimulation intertwined, causing her shoulder blades to contract.
Another burst of fireworks lit up the sky. A flash of white light streaked through Feng Feng's mind. Shen Su cupped her chin and kissed her from behind, his hand caressing her collarbone. His voice was husky and gentle, "Happy New Year."
Feng Feng couldn't speak, her trembling body the only response.
After showering and lying in bed, Feng Feng's phone was flooded with New Year's greetings. She scrolled through her social media feed, and almost everyone was posting photos from their New Year's Eve celebrations. After a few scrolls, Feng Feng saw several photos Shen Su had posted ten minutes earlier.
Shen Su had taken a photo looking down from the living room's floor-to-ceiling window. The picture showed a dense crowd, a brightly lit square, and dazzling fireworks. Because it was taken from inside the window, glimpses of the hotel interior were visible.
Feng Feng and Shen Su had many mutual friends. After Shen Su posted the photo, many people liked it, and some even sent their blessings. As Feng Feng was looking through the comments, Shen Su returned from outside. He naturally got into bed from the other side and lay down beside her, "Why aren't you asleep yet? I thought you'd be tired."
Feng Feng glanced at her phone, "Why did you post on your moments?"
Shen Su raised an eyebrow, "Am I that shameful? I didn't post any photos of you."
Feng Feng rubbed her temples, "You know better than I do how many shrewd people are among your staff, not to mention colleagues from our firm..."
"They will find out sooner or later." This time, Shen Su interrupted her before she could finish, "You don't honestly think you can hide it from them forever, do you?"
Feng Feng certainly didn't think so. If she were to be with Shen Su in the future, or even marry him, their colleagues would inevitably know. But for now, with their ambiguous relationship, rumors could cause too much trouble.
Shen Su guessed Feng Feng's thoughts and playfully said, "If President Feng is afraid of trouble, we can confirm our relationship tonight."
Feng Feng let out a cold laugh, "You wish."
She hadn't brought up his despicable actions in the past few days, but that didn't mean she had forgotten. "You've only acted well for a few days, and you expect me to forget everything that happened before?"
Shen Su shook his head, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. President Feng is right, I should atone slowly."
Shen Su was very good at coaxing people. Feng Feng let out a laugh at his demeanor, then regained her composure, "You should stop posting such random things on your moments from now on. If you must post, then block your colleagues."
Shen Su agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
According to Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
Feng Feng had told Shen Su not to post strange things on his moments at midnight, but by morning, when they went down to the hotel for breakfast, they ran into colleagues from her firm.
That colleague held a similar position to Feng Feng in the firm and had frequent work interactions with her. He was also quite familiar with Shen Su.
Feng Feng and Shen Su encountered him by the coffee station. The colleague's expression was rather interesting upon seeing them.
It was evident he was trying to control himself, but the shock in his pupils was undeniable, as if he had discovered a world-shattering secret.