As Song Xiaodong's face drew closer and closer to hers, Miao Qingqing slowly closed her eyes, gripping the armrests of her chair tightly. "You jerk, this is an office." However, her voice was so small it failed to act as any kind of deterrent, and instead, it only fueled Song Xiaodong's impulse even more.
Just as Song Xiaodong was about to kiss Miao Qingqing's lips, a knock on the door suddenly rang out. Miao Qingqing instantly snapped back to her senses and hurriedly pushed Song Xiaodong away, frantically straightening her clothes with both hands.
Song Xiaodong reluctantly grinned and then obediently went back to sit across from Miao Qingqing.
"Come in," Miao Qingqing finally said, as her gaze swept over to Song Xiaodong's frustrated expression. She felt an indescribable joy and pride in her heart, and her lips moved quickly, muttering the words, "serves you right for not getting any."
