Inside the office, silence reigned.
Li San quietly smoked, gazing out the window, lost in thought.
Nan Xin had no intention of arguing with him and turned to grasp the doorknob, "If there's nothing else, I'll..."
"Come here."
Li San's gaze fell on her face, pressing his thin lips together, "Come over."
Nan Xin glared at him cautiously for three seconds, "What? Still need something?"
Li San casually picked up the calendar on the desk, the date still stuck three months prior.
The man knocked the calendar with a finger, pointing at a circled date, "Mid-month is your period. What do you think I can do?"
Nan Xin pouted and sauntered over, "Then speak quickly, I have to... hey..."
Li San naturally wouldn't pass up such a prime moment for intimacy. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, pulled her into his embrace, "I just got back, and you plan to leave?"
