"Why is your office scorching?!"
Using a random paper to fan myself, I query the man beside me. Office should be frigid when the aircon is on every second. Yet, I can feel the sweats dripping down between my breasts. Gosh, I might pass out if the heat continues. "It is a common temperature though"
Zander furrows his brows over the sight of me being chaotic under such condition. Normal did he just say? How is this usual? Can he even feel whether it is hot or not? Is it because the devils come from hell so that this sort of heat does not fit in line to bother them?
"It certainly is not normal. The aircon must be checked. It is not working as it should" I spit beneath a scowl. Flipping hair to the back. "Take that scarf off then" With his eyes landing on my neck, he instructs. It is when my eyes shift down to focus on my body. Right.
