The silver switch of the shower was raised, and the water poured down like a torrent, hot water filling every ravine of her body.

I don't know how long it took, there were two muffled rings on the bathroom door, it was Yue Jialing urging.

Yan Shuangyi wiped off the water droplets and walked out.

The room was brightly lit, and Yue Jialing had already taken a bath, and sat on the edge of the bed in a white bathrobe—half of his shoulders were exposed under the bathrobe, and his slender legs were leisurely overlapped.

He held a wine glass in his right hand and propped himself up on the bed with his left hand, overlooking the night view of the city, but what was reflected in his eyes was the delicate and graceful shadow of a woman on the glass wall.

"Lie down."

Yan Shuangyi felt that his body trembled a little.

The mattress trembled slightly, and the man leaned lazily on the head of the bed, his eyes looking down at her smooth white back.

The drops of water slid down her spine, and his fingers pressed the drop, pushing it gently upwards and down a little around her waist.

His breath was cold, intentionally or unintentionally sprinkled on her, evaporating and taking away the insignificant heat, but it made her hands and feet gradually cold.

"Yes...... Can I turn off the lights? She shuddered and pleaded.

The man's voice was slurred: "No."

Like a drop of oil dissolved in water.

Falling heavily, falling apart in the wrapping of each other, then a long period of rolling, rubbing, rising and reuniting.

until resurfacing.

The man sighed contentedly: "A married woman is just different."

Outside the window is the grand night view of the city, and the neon flows into a colorful river.

Yan Shuangyi lay in the square inch of the world supported by the man's arms, and couldn't help but think of the violin music at the cocktail party.

The bow rests lightly on the strings, pushing and pulling slowly, slowly.

I don't know when, but it's the end of the song.

*

She didn't sleep for long, and when she woke up, Yue Jialing was lighting a cigarette in the dim light at the head of the bed.

His bathrobe was half-open, revealing a chest and he held a white ceramic-shelled lighter in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers in the other.

Seeing her wake up, he glanced at it casually and put the lit cigarette between his lips: "There is a card in the desk drawer, take it yourself." ”

"I don't want money. Mr. Yue, I knew Rick was quitting and I wanted a chance to get promoted. ”

"Huh." This answer seemed to surprise Yue Jialing, he turned his head and laughed, snow-white smoke emanating from between his lips and teeth, "Before you put on your clothes, you started bargaining with me." ”

Yan Shuangyi silently picked up his clothes from the end of the bed: "Whatever you think, I just want a chance to compete fairly with others."

"Is your so-called fair play earned by climbing into the boss's bed?"

His hand touched the delicate and soft velvet on Yan Shuangyi's body, and unconsciously it became a little hot, and the temperature of his palm burned her skin, making her breathing more and more rapid with his touch.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and finally calmed down: "If you are really a leader who can treat everyone equally, how can the female employees under your command come up with such an obscene method?" ”

Yan Shuangyi claimed to be obscene, but it was Yue Jialing who looked down.

The dark blue velvet skirt swayed, and in an instant it was submerged in the dark cracks of the door.

There was a sudden muffled sound on the door behind him, followed by a loud "bang" when the glass fell to the ground, and when it shattered, Yan Shuangyi lowered his head and was silent for a moment, lifted his skirt and walked into the elevator.