Tianhou Hotel, Lin Fan's exclusive suite.
On the vast white bed, Chang Wanyun was lying on top of him, frantically kissing his lips.
"Director Chang, you're a bit different today."
Looking at Chang Wanyun, dressed in her professional pencil skirt, Lin Fan smiled as he stroked her black, lustrous hair.
From the moment she entered the door, she had rushed at him with unusual initiative, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep.
"It's been over a week; I've missed you to death... During this time, I've been lying here every day for a while."
Chang Wanyun, with a flush on her face, lay on his chest, expressing the sorrow of their separation.
Last week, Lin Fan had been running around the city, and after such a long absence, she truly felt as though time had crawled.
"Is it me you've missed, or is it my 'treasure' you've missed?"
Gazing at Chang Wanyun's rosy cheeks, Lin Fan's hand had already slipped into her neckline, grasping that explosively full figure.