Jiang Jian's words lingered in the air, heavy with implication.
Ling Wei's heart raced, her face warming.
As they stood there, the tension between them snapped.
Without thinking, Jiang Jian reached out, his fingers brushing Ling Wei's cheek.
Ling Wei's eyes fluttered closed, her skin tingling.
The touch sent shivers down her spine.
Jiang Jian's breath caressed her ear.
"Ling Wei," he whispered.
Her eyes opened to find Jiang Jian's face inches from hers.
Their lips almost touched, the anticipation palpable.
Suddenly, Ah Zhong's voice broke the spell.
"CEO Jiang, urgent call."
Jiang Jian's gaze lingered on Ling Wei before turning away.
Ling Wei's heart still pounded, her senses reeling.
As Jiang Jian took the call, Ling Wei composed herself.
What just happened?
She couldn't deny the sparks flying between them.
Jiang Jian returned, his expression apologetic.
"I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice low.
Ling Wei shook her head.
"No need to apologize."
Their eyes locked, understanding passing between them.
The moment may have passed, but its impact lingered.
As Ling Wei left the office, her thoughts swirled.
What did Jiang Jian mean?
Was it just desire or something more?