Dilata was working on-site, her fingers dancing freely over the keyboard, crafting a draft from the dictated copy in just ten minutes.
Tang Long leaned closer, and after reading it on the notebook, he couldn't help but clap in admiration!
The two exchanged smiles, their laughter echoing in the living room.
With a snap, Tang Long suddenly grabbed Dilata's hand.
"What are you doing?" Dilata was startled.
"You've been amazing today, I want to give you an extra reward."
Tang Long's lips curled into a mischievous grin. Before Dilata could react, he exerted force with his hand, pulling her slender arm and dragging her off the sofa.
Dilata stumbled, and Tang Long pinned her back against the kitchen island.
This unexpected intimate gesture made Dilata's cheeks flush instantly, the blush spreading rapidly to her ears like peach blossoms blown open by the spring wind.
