Even a dish that is too delicious can become tiresome after one has eaten it enough.
Zheng Yanyan was very beautiful, with a head of pink hair and a nine-head-tall figure. Her slender waist, lacking any excess fat, was enveloped in a sweatshirt, and her legs wrapped in yoga pants were full of charm.
She was the goddess everyone coveted, but now, kneeling beside Zhou Yuwen, he still didn't feel anything.
Honestly, Zhou Yuwen found himself missing Qu Jing. In fact, after that day, Zhou Yuwen had seen Qu Jing twice more in the office, and each time Qu Jing saw him, a noticeable glow could be seen in her eyes, like that of a dog seeing its owner return home.
However, Zhou Yuwen remained indifferent, at most chatting about work-related matters, and he asked Qu Jing if she was tired.
Qu Jing said she wasn't tired at all, the thought of working for him made her not feel tired in the slightest.
Zhou Yuwen said that was good.
