Time trickled away.
Just within ten meters from her, in the dimly lit security corridor, the end of a cigarette flickered on and off.
He smoked one cigarette after another, and finally, ashes were scattered all over the ground.
…
In the room, Wen Xian held a glass of red wine, pacing back and forth occasionally.
From nine o'clock to ten, then eleven.
She had drunk so much that she was somewhat tipsy, yet he never came.
When she tipped her head back to finish the last sip of wine, the corners of her bright red lips slightly curled, she was clearly smiling but a touch of indescribable self-mockery bled through.
Heh.
Yes, why would he come? Such an upright man, who takes everything so seriously, how could he come... to her frivolous invitation for a night of passion?
Even if by chance he took a liking to her, in his eyes, she was just toying with him, merely lusting after his body.
But isn't that the case...
Wen Xian smiled, her expression full of self-ridicule.
