He shook his head, a silly smile playing on his lips. This woman… she never failed to catch him off guard.
"Then I better finish up quickly so we can go."
Jiang Yue turned around, heading back toward the couch, but before she could take more than a step, his voice cut through the room.
"Wait."
She paused and turned—only for Luo Zhelan to suddenly rise from his chair, stride over, and catch her wrist gently. Before she could say a word, he pulled her closer and kissed her.
It was brief—soft, but deliberate.
When he drew back, his grin held no trace of regret.
"That was my energy boost," he said.
Jiang Yue scoffed, half flustered, half amused, though the rising heat in her cheeks betrayed her.
He was already back at his desk, flipping through the next file with unshakable focus, as if the kiss hadn't just happened.
The office fell into a quiet rhythm after that.
Luo Zhelan was deep in his work, his pen moving swiftly over the pages.
