Haste makes waste!
Today's success cannot afford failure; the longer the delay, the higher her chances of winning.
With these thoughts in mind, Su Lian Wei walked softly to the water dispenser, filled a paper cup with water, and returned to stand in front of Song Tian Mo. She sat closely beside him, with an intimacy that bordered on the personal.
"Brother Song, here's your water. Take a sip, it might make you feel better," she said.
As Su Lian Wei spoke, she brought the cup to Song Tian Mo's lips, her body leaning in slightly, her arm brushing ambiguously against his chest.
The bodily contact made Song Tian Mo suddenly open his eyes.
His pupils were pitch black and deep as the ocean floor; he reached out and grabbed Su Lian Wei's wrist.
"Ah! Brother Song."
Su Lian Wei exclaimed as her wrist was pinched, causing the cup in her hand to shake and the water to spill directly onto Song Tian Mo's chest.
"I spilled the water, I'm sorry, so sorry."
The water was cold.