The next morning, Chen Xu arrived at the office on time. While waiting for the elevator, he appeared somewhat distracted.
Last night, he had dreamed of Yang Jinxia. Upon waking up, he found himself needing to wash his underwear.
Originally, in the dream, though he spoke of rolling in the sheets with her, he never actually experienced such a strong urge. Otherwise, in the two months they'd known each other, he would have had countless opportunities to push her down.
If he had truly wanted to, he could certainly have overcome those obstacles.
Now, thinking that he wouldn't see her until after the Spring Festival, he felt an unusual impatience.
"No, I must keep my composure. The moment you make that call, you've lost."
He reminded himself.
He understood well that in this fast-paced society, feelings often come and go swiftly.
