Her Heart Ripples

After Qiao Qiao left, Shao Jingmo closed his eyes, his mind filled with the images he had just seen. He wanted to expel these images from his mind, but he couldn't get them out no matter what. He became visibly frustrated.

His cigarette addiction kicked in. The pack was in the drawer. He pulled open the drawer and reached inside. He paused for a few seconds when he touched the cigarette box, but he still didn't take it out. He closed the drawer angrily with a bang.

Qiao Qiao was focused on exporting the data. When she heard this voice, her small body trembled visibly. She took a moment to turn to look at him. "Can't you be gentle?"

Shao Jingmo replied indifferently, "Mm."

Five minutes later.

Qiao Qiao did as Shao Jingmo said and copied another set of data. She even specially checked to make sure there were no mistakes before carrying the laptop over. Placing it in front of him, she said, "Done."