Behind the large Rosewood desk, Song Jia was trying her best to keep her focus solely on the file on her files, but it was hard for her to get her mind off of everything that happened last night. Her face reddened when she thought about how Wu Zhang didn't let her off the hook even this morning and she reached office in the afternoon— a very rare occurrence when she reached late and this time, it was way beyond late in her dictionary of a workaholic's definitions.
She could still feel her face heating up when she thought about how they woke up in each other's arms, with no clothes on any of their bodies. However setting everything apart, the mere thought that they made out in the open and that too when it was the first time for both of them, was enough to make her want to hide away in embarrassment. It was an equally shy and giddy feeling.
