Zhou Luchen handed the phone back to Zhuang Ming.
It was only four in the afternoon. Zhuang Ming followed him into the elevator. "Are you going home to rest?"
The Second Young Master leaned against the elevator wall, a smirk playing on his lips. "Aren't you tired standing there?"
Zhuang Ming straightened up and kept quiet.
Not tired. He was used to it.
Zhuang Ming discovered his phone was out of credit. He silently connected to the company's network and topped up a thousand yuan.
His thoughts turned to Zhou Luchen and Shen Jing.
Now, it was the thrill of being on the verge of not quite possessing the other, yet neither was indispensable. They had shared warmth and intimacy, but since separating, both would, from time to time, feel that unbearable itch in their hearts. This was true for Zhou Luchen, and for Shen Jing as well.
