Nowadays, Shi Ran felt safe with Yuan Wei.
Knock, knock, knock—
Speak of the devil.
Someone knocked on the office door and then pushed it open. It was Zhao Wuyan.
Holding a thermos, she said, "Si Bing, look what I brought for you! Your favorite mushroom soup, I stewed it myself."
Perhaps due to recent 'nourishment' from love, Zhao Wuyan’s face became even more rosy, her expression radiating happiness.
Tang Si’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. He put away his phone. "Why did you come over? The secretary can help order food; you don’t need to come personally."
"Oh, I was worried about you!"
She placed the thermos on the desk, walked around to the back of Tang Si’s executive chair, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, purring and playfully cooing in his ear, "You work so hard every night, I just wanted to replenish you."
Thinking of Tang Si's vigorous efforts on her body after the lights went out each night, Zhao Wuyan inexplicably felt shy.
Tang Si frowned in disgust and pushed her hands away. "This is the company; mind your image."
"What are you afraid of? I'm your wife; it’s normal for us to be intimate."
Zhao Wuyan refused to let go of Tang Si, pouting and kissing his cheek.
Just as Tang Si was about to get angry, Zhao Wuyan immediately released him.
"Si Bing, you're too much. You’re so cold during the day, but so passionate at home at night."
She stood beside Tang Si, raised her hand to lift her skirt, and twirled in place. "You said you liked skirts, so I specifically wore this for you."
Zhao Wuyan’s beautiful hair was dyed a deep blue. Her fair skin, paired with a denim-colored, belted long dress, made her appear even more pure and spirited.
As Zhao Wuyan twirled, Tang Si reached out to wipe away the imaginary spittle on his face, his expression growing even more somber.
While Tang Si was lost in thought, Zhao Wuyan suddenly sat on his lap.
She held his neck with one hand and fumbled with the side of her skirt with the other.
"Si Bing, you know, what I like most is the real you every night. Also, you haven't been home for the past two nights, and I really missed you."
As she spoke, she met Tang Si's gaze, capturing his attention.
At this moment, Zhao Wuyan grabbed Tang Si's hand…
At some point, Zhao Wuyan had already unzipped the side of her skirt, revealing nothing underneath.
"You said you like excitement the most, so I deliberately wore nothing today."
*Zzih la—*
Suddenly, Tang Si stood up. Zhao Wuyan, who was sitting on his lap, was caught off guard and tumbled onto the bed. Her unzipped skirt snagged on the armrest of the chair. Due to her fall, the skirt was ripped directly, exposing a landscape of spring beneath.
"Ah! Tang Si, what are you doing?" Zhao Wuyan was somewhat annoyed.
Tang Si's expression was dark and terrifying. "You like excitement this much?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger on his face instantly vanished. He crouched down, hooking her chin with his hand. "Do you want to know what I like the most?"
Facing Tang Si's unpredictability, Zhao Wuyan was stunned, unsure of his true emotions.
She sat back down on the floor in a disheveled state, reaching to tug at her skirt. Fortunately, the zipper could still be pulled up, allowing her to barely cover the exposed skin.
"You, what do you like?"
Zhao Wuyan asked hesitantly.