I guessed that in the office building, except for the lights and figures in the general duty room, all other corners were silent. I leaned back in my chair, took out my phone, clicked on Lu Yuting's chat box on WeChat, and typed a line of words:

Me: I’m on duty tonight.

The screen quickly lit up and replied:

Lu Yuting: You haven't eaten yet? Can I buy some food for you?

My fingertips hovered for a moment, and I responded with a distant rejection:

Me: Don’t bother, just go about your business.

Almost instantly, her reply popped up, with only a simple symbol:

Lu Yuting:

Then, the phone screen went completely dark and silent.

This... is there no follow-up?

I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, and a smug smile of confidence spread across my face.

I bet she will come!

This firm thought, like a spark thrown into dry wood, instantly ignited the dormant desire. The scene in the morning flooded into my mind uncontrollably - her pretty face with tears and pitiful appearance, and the scenery under her skirt that was accidentally revealed, making my blood boil... A heat suddenly surged from my belly and swept through my whole body in an instant.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, there were light and rhythmic knocks on the door.

I stood up and opened the door. Outside, she was holding a bag of food and looking at me with a big smile.

Eye contact, everything is said without words. At this moment, any words seem superfluous.

I let her in. She swiftly opened the foam lunch box and placed it on the table in front of my seat: "I was in a hurry, so I simply bought some vegetarian dumplings."

I raised my eyebrows and said “Oh?”

A trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes: "Don't you like this filling?"

I deliberately made a face: "The leek smell is too strong, after eating it..."

She understood instantly, a pool of autumn water spread out in her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was shy: "The smell is a bit strong... but I heard that this thing 땣...땣..." She was too embarrassed to say the words at the end.

I didn't let it go, and asked mischievously, "What?"

She glanced at me angrily and pretended to be angry: "You are so arrogant!"

Before the words were finished, both of them couldn't hold back their laughter. I immediately became alert and put my index finger to my lips: "Shhh!"

She quickly covered her mouth, but her shoulders were still shaking slightly, and she urged in a low voice: "Eat quickly, it will be clumping soon."

I picked up my chopsticks and wolfed down the food—I didn't eat much at noon because Peng Xiaomin nagged me so much.

She sat down opposite me, holding her chin with her hand, and watched my cheeks bulge as I ate. A layer of maternal love gradually appeared in her eyes.

I asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

She nodded: "Yeah, I've eaten."

I was curious: "Didn't the guard stop you when you came in?"

She smiled and said, "You all know me, why are you stopping me?"

I deliberately put on a stern face: "It seems that I have to give some advice to Director Xiao. Why does the guard room let people in so casually? It's late at night. If something happens, it will be troublesome."

Seeing me pretending to be serious, she got excited and grabbed the landline phone on my desk: "Call it now! Call it now, report that a stranger is stealing things in the government building."

I pretended to be confused: "Steal what?"

She frowned and said calmly: "Stealing—people!"

I couldn't hold it in any longer, and with a "poof", a mouthful of chewed dumplings spurted out.

Even her arm holding the microphone was splashed with dots of dumpling stuffing. She wrinkled her nose in disgust: "Ugh - how disgusting!"

Putting down the phone, she took out a tissue and wiped her arms vigorously.

I said apologetically, "There's a shower in the suite, I'll take a shower later."

She stopped and looked up at the door of the suite, her tone was a little playful: "Oh, the leader is different, what else is there in the suite? I have to take a good look around."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her foot and walked straight into the inner room.

I put down my chopsticks, locked the outer door first, and then followed her into the inner room.

She was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking up and down at the furnishings in the suite, and exclaiming in admiration.

I followed up by saying, "The rest rooms of all the leaders are pretty much the same, there's nothing special about them."

She suddenly stopped and turned around, her eyes filled with anger: "Guan Hongjun, don't be sarcastic! This is my first time in the leadership suite. I only heard of this place, but I didn't expect it to be so special. Your words and deeds make it sound like I've been there many times!"

I laughed and said, "Our beautiful director is overthinking. I don't mean that."

She snorted coldly: "Am I being overly suspicious? Or are there people with dark hearts? We all know it!" After saying that, she pretended to leave and said, "Humph, I was looking forward to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch!"

When she passed me by, I stretched out my arms and held her tightly in my arms, and whispered my hot breath in her ears: "Tonight... my bright moon will only shine on your 'ditch'."

…

If "stealing" is used to define the relationship between Lu Yuting and I, then she might be "having an affair", but my ultimate goal is to "steal her heart".

After all, she knew much more about Yue Mingyuan than Peng Xiaohui did.

Of course, when passion is boiling and the couple is embroiled in a passionate embrace, desire naturally has the upper hand.

The wind rises in Qutang, and the rain stops in Wushan. In that hearty and extreme satisfaction, the strict barriers between us collapsed. This is just a common background in the officialdom of that era - between men and women, on the scale of "gain" and "sacrifice", there is an unspoken transaction, which is the so-called "power-sex transaction".

If a man has some capital and is willing to devote himself to a "game", the most common trophy is to win the heart of a woman.

At this moment, Lu Yuting's rapid breathing has not subsided, but her fingers are gently passing through my sweaty hair. After the extreme satisfaction faded, only lazy fatigue and light joy remained, and the blush on her face quietly faded.

"It's been a long time... since I last felt this way..." Her voice was a little hoarse.

I rested my head on the soft hollow between her waist and her bust, and gently stroked the special mark on her belly with my palms.

That was the scar left by a cesarean section, which she skillfully covered with patterns. Most women would choose roses and peonies, but she was attracted by a long, winding snake. The snake was covered with a cold green light, and it coiled along the scar, holding a colorful bat in its mouth.