As she thought about it, Su Chen's face grew redder and redder, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Su Chen angrily covered her head with the blanket.

The crescent moon hangs on the treetops, its light drawing threads that bind the hearts of two lovers, melting into tender affection in the night sky.

Wuming was also awake at this time. He had just finished his work and strolled to the French windows, looking up at the moon.

For some reason, I always feel a sense of sadness whenever I look at the moon, as if someone important once died during the crescent moon.

Wuming sighed, took a sip of his espresso, and frowned because it was so bitter.

A knock came at the door, and a very tall man entered. "Boss, the financial report is out. Would you like to take a look?"

Wuming rubbed his temples. "I'll check again tomorrow morning."

"Boss, do you have a headache? I have some compound acetaminophen tablets for pain relief." The man who came in handed him a strip of pills.

Wuming shook his head, "It's nothing, I can bear this little pain."

Thinking about the loss of control today, Wuming's head started to ache even more.

First, he lost control and hit her, leaving bloody marks on her knuckles. Then... he kissed her.

Wuming clutched his chest, feeling a long-lost flutter in his heart.

The night is still long...

Su Chen fell asleep at some point, but this sleep was more tiring than being awake.

She had nightmares all night, as if a group of demons and monsters were chasing her. In the dream, she kept running and hiding, which was exhausting for both her body and mind.

She woke up feeling listless the next day. After eating breakfast, she remembered what Wuming had told her the day before and, for the first time ever, went into the game pod.

I never expected that Wuming would be online too?

"Don't you have a job every day?" Su Chen asked.

The nameless man shrugged. "Not much work today."

Su Chen said disdainfully, "Ugh... Even if you don't have much work, you can't play games during work hours. You're not the company's big boss."

Wuming raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, unusually not refuting her.

"I lost control yesterday, I'm sorry." Wuming lowered his head, showing a sincere attitude of remorse.

Su Chen turned her head away. "Yesterday? I've forgotten about it."

"Then... I don't have to take responsibility?" Wuming looked overjoyed.

Su Chen's eyes widened as she rushed over and punched him. "Who told you to take responsibility?"

Wuming blinked at her as if he felt no pain, "So you're saying I can kiss you however I want?"

"Want to get beaten up again?" Su Chen raised her fist.

"Hahaha... You actually took my joke seriously." Wuming laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Su Chen stared at him, stunned. This person... seemed to have several layers of cunning.

The outer shell is sweet, it's sour when you peel it open, and spicy when you crack open another layer, but the core inside... is probably bitter?

Su Chen didn't know why, perhaps it was based on a sixth sense, but she always felt that Wuming had suffered some kind of emotional trauma in the past.

Otherwise, why would they always use such a noisy, fake facade to deceive people?

Su Chen recalled being questioned by the original owner's mother and said with some frustration, "Yesterday my mom almost mistook you for my boyfriend."

"Are you implying something?" Wuming stopped laughing. "Why don't we just confirm your mother's suspicions?"

"Get lost, you wish!" Su Chen spat. "You're so much older than me, shameless."

Unexpectedly, Wuming actually thought about it seriously and replied, "I'm about seven years older than you, and I haven't made much money. We're both born in the 90s."

Su Chen glanced at him. "Want to be my boyfriend?"

Wuming nodded hurriedly.

"Don't even think about it," Su Chen roared.