"Hehe, you little dummy. Just wait until tonight—I'll deal with you then!"
Gu Jingchen's lips curved into a small smile, but he didn't give chase. Instead, he watched the slender back of the woman he adored, murmuring happily to himself. His strikingly handsome face, sculpted as if by divine hands, softened with indulgent affection.
All afternoon, Shang Xixia was restless and distracted. She propped her small chin on the desk and began typing quickly on her phone, aimlessly sending WeChat messages as if trying to pass the time.
When her close friends and confidantes read the story she recounted, they all burst into laughter. Their teasing, hit-or-miss as it was, only made the little woman's face flush even redder, as if painted with the hues of a glowing sunset!
At last, time crawled toward evening, inching closer to the end of the workday.
