Zhou Lin had cautiously tested the waters step by step and finally got his reward.
For the first time, with such clarity, they possessed each other.
Cheng Zhiwei lay on the pillow, her fingers too limp to lift, as her foggy brain slowly churned, her eyes, which were moist and bewildered, suddenly widened.
She remembered something important.
She tried to scramble up in a panic, but due to a sore back and weak limbs, she fell back down,
held tightly in Zhou Lin's arms.
His hoarse voice, filled with a haunting sexiness, whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Zhiwei pounded her head, "I have to report to the company today."
That day, the interview at the Wen Group had finally yielded a result.
Although Cheng Zhiwei had only been asked two questions, she had easily passed the interview and was required to report to work that day.
But she had forgotten.
It was almost noon, and she would be late if she went now.