**Shen Mou Nong** paused her typing, took off the purple-framed anti-radiation glasses she was wearing, and placed them on the desk. Standing up, she stretched, and the fitted black business suit she was wearing perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, outlining a flawless silhouette. Her full chest strained against the silver-white round-neck shirt, nearly popping the buttons off.
When **Shen Mou Nong** felt like she was almost suffocating, she finally released her outstretched arms and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 21st floor. She performed eye exercises while gazing at the not-so-blue sky in the distance. She did this every half hour during work, a habit she never skipped.
The stress of balancing family and career was exhausting, and **Tang Guo** and **Lin Bao'er**'s sudden departure made her feel a bit uneasy. Since arriving in Beijing, she had lived with those two young girls. Both were geniuses from extraordinary families but lacked the simple joys that ordinary people often take for granted.
In this family, **Shen Mou Nong** had taken on the role of both sister and mother. Although the two girls were very rebellious—or perhaps their behavior was just another form of release and childishness—they were always kind and respectful to her.
The thought of returning home to the usually lively and noisy Blue Apartment, now empty and quiet, filled **Shen Mou Nong** with a sense of loneliness.
And then there was **Ye Qiu**—
**Shen Mou Nong** lightly patted her head, wondering why she suddenly thought of him.
"Knock, knock, knock—" Someone gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," **Shen Mou Nong** said without stopping her eye exercises, merely turning to face the office door.
The public relations manager, **Li Zi**, walked in gracefully, her high heels clicking crisply on the smooth marble floor. At thirty-something years old, she was in her prime, with every part of her body exuding the allure of a mature woman.
Her high chest, long and firm legs, the black professional skirt that just barely covered her hips, and the black stockings on her thighs all seemed to be a siren's call, irresistibly drawing the eyes of men. With her round face, fair skin, and hair styled in soft waves, **Li Zi** knew how to perfectly match her outfits with accessories, making her an extremely attractive woman.
In this office building, the men called them the "Office Flowers," and within the company, they were known as the "Twin Beauties." Although the nickname was a bit clichéd, it highlighted the admiration and amazement others felt for their appearance. One was known for her cool demeanor, the other for her mature charm, and together they were an unstoppable duo, driving the company's business to greater heights.
"Manager Shen, do you have a moment?" **Li Zi** asked. **Shen Mou Nong** didn't have much to say about this woman. Everyone has their own way of living; if **Li Zi** chose to use her body to showcase her talents and ambitions, that was her choice. Just because **Shen Mou Nong** didn't do the same didn't mean others couldn't.
In fact, there were times when **Shen Mou Nong** had to rely on **Li Zi**'s unique skills. Life is like business—where there's a buyer, there's always a seller. Balancing yin and yang is the highest law of the universe.
On a personal level, though, **Shen Mou Nong** kept her distance from **Li Zi**, maintaining only the most basic superior-subordinate relationship.
"Manager Shen, it's that bald guy again. I'm at my wit's end—no matter how I beg, he just won't agree to sign the contract," **Li Zi** said, her face clouded as she sat in the employee chair in front of **Shen Mou Nong**'s large desk.
"Haven't you gone over our favorable terms with him?" **Shen Mou Nong** checked the time and then finished her eye exercises.
"I've told him, but he's still holding out—"
"Holding out for me to go?" **Shen Mou Nong** sneered.
"Exactly. Manager, I've realized that this bald guy is completely driven by lust. Maybe we should just drop this deal?"
**Shen Mou Nong** thought for a moment and said, "This is the biggest deal we've had this year. If we close this, the company's annual revenue will quadruple. We've already negotiated most of the terms—giving up now would be a shame."
"So, what should we do? The Huanyu Company has given him full control over this project; there's no point in dealing with anyone else."
"If he wants to talk to me, then I'll go talk to him," **Shen Mou Nong** said after a moment of consideration.
"What? Director Shen—you—" **Li Zi**'s mouth gaped open in shock.
**Shen Mou Nong**'s displeased expression flickered for a moment before she said, "You'll come with me."
"Oh, haha—sorry, Director Shen, I misunderstood you," **Li Zi** said, embarrassed.
"Where is he now?"
"At the Yipin Palace, soaking in the hot springs."
"Get in touch with him and tell him I'll treat him to dinner tonight."
"Yes, Director Shen." —
"Ah—" **Tang Guo** suddenly exclaimed, trying to push herself up from the bed, but **Ye Qiu** pressed her down with his palm. "You said you hadn't started yet, but you've been touching me for ages. What were you doing?"
"—Warming you up, helping your body heat up," **Ye Qiu** lied. It was true that his hands needed to warm up before performing meridian work, but claiming that her body needed to heat up too was just a lie to fool **Tang Guo**. After all, she didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine or the process involved.
"**Ye Qiu**, I'm warning you—don't try to take advantage of me. I'm already really hot; just get on with it," **Tang Guo** said, her voice slightly breathless. **Ye Qiu**'s hand suddenly pressed heavily on her spine, making her let out a soft, involuntary moan. The sound was so sweet it sent a shiver down **Ye Qiu**'s spine.
He was still a young man, after all, with all the urges that come with it. A virgin at that, with little resistance to the allure of a woman—easily enticed and easily overwhelmed.
"Keep your voice down, or someone might hear," **Ye Qiu** had to remind her, his thoughts finally focusing as he began to professionally massage along her spleen meridian.
"Do you think I want—ah—lighter, it hurts—"
In the quiet, private space, a young man's strong, steady hands moved along the girl's smooth back, pressing down firmly every three seconds, causing her to cry out in pain. As skin met skin, an atmosphere thick with unspoken tension began to build.
At first, **Tang Guo** didn't feel much, but as her body grew warmer under his touch, she began to feel something else entirely. She didn't know when it started, but her long, straight legs had clamped tightly together, and a moist heat began to spread from her inner thighs upward, past her navel and chest, until it enveloped her entire body.
"Ah—**Ye Qiu**—it's so hot—why is it so hot—" **Tang Guo** panted, her smooth back now covered in a sheen of sweat.
"I'm hot too," **Ye Qiu** said, wiping the sweat from his brow. With the door and windows closed, the room was stuffy, and both of them were feeling overheated. But the heat he couldn't control came from within, a fire burning through him from his lower abdomen, impossible to extinguish no matter how hard he tried. In fact, it seemed to only grow stronger, like gasoline thrown on a flame.
In this state, looking at **Tang Guo**'s bare back only made things worse. He found his hands straying, touching rather than pressing where they should have, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. That little purple camisole, made of silk from Suzhou or Hangzhou, felt like a fuse, igniting thoughts in his mind just as a man might be stirred by the sight of stockings or lingerie.
"**Ye Qiu**—I'm really hot—maybe we should take a break—" **Tang Guo** suggested in a sweet voice, unaware of how seductive she sounded.
"Just a little longer," **Ye Qiu** replied, speeding up his movements, eager to finish quickly so he could take a cold shower and avoid any further mishaps. He had clearly overestimated his self-control.
"Ah—then hurry—" **Tang Guo** was just as inexperienced as he was, and the unfamiliar sensations had made her legs slick with sweat.
With **Ye Qiu** working faster, what should have taken forty-five minutes was done in no time. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel from the bedpost, patted **Tang Guo**'s sweat-soaked back, and said, "It's done. You can get up now."
"Phew—" **Tang Guo** let out a long breath, feeling as though she'd just come out of a sauna. Her body was sore all over, but she felt incredibly refreshed. Sitting up, she said, "Pass me the towel; I'm dren
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