"Shouldn't we, like, kiss now?"
CEO Cheng didn't speak. He didn't want to talk anymore. Instead, he stood up to pour himself a glass of wine, even adding two ice cubes.
As Cheng Daqi returned with his drink in hand, Zhao Hongjin asked nervously.
"Daqi, was I too silly just now, and did it make you feel uncomfortable?"
Cheng Daqi was her lover, she was thrilled by CEO Cheng, she was just a bit clumsy.
Although she had seen a lot of romantic literature and soap operas, Little Zhao had never practiced them. Her straightforwardness was only a result of being talkative—after all, she ran four short video accounts, so it was normal for her to be a novice in reality.
"No, Ah Zhao, well, how do I put it, my thoughts are too erratic, which has helped me accomplish a lot, but sometimes it also becomes a source of torment for me."
