"Yan Rusheng, there are people outside," hissed Xuxu. She remembered that the department next door was all working overtime when she saw the lights outside.
She even bumped into some colleagues earlier on and she had chatted with them.
Yan Rusheng calmly replied, "Our department is empty. We are the last ones left."
As he answered her, he carried on with what he was supposed to do. He put Xuxu on the luxurious swivel chair and pushed it towards the French windows.
The night scenery of the capital city unfolded before their eyes.
He bent and inched nearer to Xuxu's lips. "Wife, it has been many days."
When she was alone with him, he had never once behaved appropriately.
This man had rendered Xuxu speechless and helpless. She knew that it would be futile to protest.
