Fu Jingchen's unexpected desire to discover something had not subsided and lasted for more than five minutes.
As his eyes met Zhou Luo's, the feeling intensified, and a dirty thought instantly popped into the man's mind: since he had never felt this way before, could Zhou Luo be the cure for his 'impotence'?
Fu Jingchen wanted to give it a try.
Zhou Luo took the scissors: "President Fu, I can do it myself."
"Let me do it, can you see me?" Fu Jingchen took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and sat down next to Zhou Luo, bending down carefully to cut the strands of hair that were caught.
The distance between the two was less than a hand's width; the man could smell the fragrance in the woman's hair.
His face remained red.
Zhou Luo felt feverish all over, and she dared not breathe.
A few minutes later, Fu Jingchen said, "It's done."
Zhou Luo quickly sat up straight, smoothing her hair as she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, for causing you trouble. I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow."
"Wait a minute." Fu Jingchen put on his shirt and called out to the woman, "Your clothes are wet. Dry them before you go out. Be careful not to catch a cold. I have a hairdryer here."
The man took a hairdryer out of the drawer, plugged it in, and said, "Sit still, I'll help you."
Zhou Luo felt his already hot body almost burning up in the warm air.
She pulled the zipper down around her neck, revealing the lace trim of her black lingerie.
Fu Jingchen completely lost his mind. He turned off the hairdryer and tentatively tucked the woman's sideburns behind her ears. Seeing that Zhou Luo did not resist, the man became bolder and touched the woman's earlobe with the hand that was stroking her hair.
Zhou Luo's back stiffened, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Underneath the loose-fitting jacket, the woman wore super-long hot pants, revealing her fair and slender legs.
Fu Jingchen's hand slowly slid down to Zhou Luo's leg.
Rong Bing had been crippled for so long that even he, a leg fetishist, had forgotten what a normal standing woman looked like.
Zhou Luo's legs were thin and long; when you put your hand on them, you could even slide it down her skin.
I could play with those legs for years and never get tired of them.
Zhou Luo knows her strengths, and wears either shorts or a short skirt all year round.
She stood there blankly, letting Fu Jingchen roam freely over her body.
Not refusing meant accepting, and Fu Jingchen guessed that Zhou Luo thought the same way he did.
But he still asked the woman's opinion: "May I?"
Zhou Luo nodded slightly.
Fu Jingchen locked the office door, turned off the ceiling light, and left only a small night light on.
The floor-to-ceiling windows let in the light from the nightlights outside, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere in the office.
The two embraced and kissed.
Fu Jingchen had never been so excited; he wanted nothing more than to devour Zhou Luo alive.
"Is it okay if we stand?" Fu Jingchen wasn't satisfied with just kissing; he wanted to take their relationship further.
The man's hand landed on the woman's last line of defense.
Zhou Luo turned around, placing his hands on the desk to indicate his agreement.
Fu Jingchen's hand suddenly started to tremble.
He had thought about this pose for a long time.
"Zhou Luo." Fu Jingchen kissed her.
Zhou Luo leaned forward: "President Fu, how about letting me take a shot?"
Fu Jingchen wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and said, "No."
The man glanced at the time on the clock.
He persisted for ten minutes, breaking the historical record.
After they had their fun, Fu Jingchen helped Zhou Luo get dressed, then held her close on the sofa for a while before saying, "I'll take you home."
Zhou Luo's flushed cheeks hadn't faded at all. Wasn't Fu Jingchen supposed to be seeing a urologist? The man couldn't see anything wrong with the pleasure they'd just shared.
On the contrary, she was exhausted.
"Okay, sure." Zhou Luo had been standing for too long, and her legs were getting a little weak.
Fu Jingchen felt a sense of accomplishment from Zhou Luo and was in a great mood.
Zhou Luo followed behind the man, unsure of what to say. Did they have a one-night stand?
When they arrived at the garage, Zhou Luo consciously walked to the back seat to open the car door, but Fu Jingchen said, "Sit in the front."
"Oh." The woman felt uncomfortable after getting on the bus and looked up out the window.
After holding back for two minutes, Fu Jingchen spoke first: "I will take responsibility for you."
"Huh?" Zhou Luo turned around and looked at Fu Jingchen in disbelief. "No need. Just pretend that what happened didn't happen. We absolutely can't let Rong Bing know."
“Zhou Luo, I don’t want to pretend nothing happened. You’ve given me a feeling I’ve never had before. Whether it’s the sweetness or our recent contact, I’ve never been so happy.” Fu Jingchen found confidence in Zhou Luo.
Zhou Luo didn't expect the two of them to have a relationship so quickly. The result was as she expected, but the process was unexpected. In order not to appear frivolous, she deliberately said, "President Fu, I didn't mean to seduce you. I just couldn't help myself. Can you give me some time? I'm a little confused and don't know how to handle it."
"Okay, I'll cut ties with Rong Bing as soon as possible. You can contact me anytime if you'd like."
"At the company, can we still act like colleagues? Let's not show any other kind of relationship," Zhou Luo asked.
"Um."
When Zhou Luo got off the bus, he ran into the residential area without looking back.
Fu Jingchen sat in the car and pondered for a while. Rong Bing had been acting too much lately, so breaking up with her wouldn't be so easy. Before breaking up, he mustn't let Rong Bing notice anything unusual.
He reminisced about the passion he shared with Zhou Luo in the office, and he couldn't bring himself to give up that feeling.
Rong Bing woke up in the middle of the night and tried to send Fu Jingchen another message, but he was still blocked.
She couldn't sleep any longer in the middle of the night, and the woman stayed up until dawn before going to Fu Jingchen's house.
She had to get an explanation from Fu Jingchen; if he wanted to break up, he had to say it to her face.
Fu Jingchen got home very late and slept in a little longer in the morning.
While washing up, Fu Jingchen noticed the marks on his chest.
Last night in the office it was too intense, and I even got a scratch on my body, but luckily the location wasn't noticeable.
The man traced the nail marks with his fingers, and images of him and Zhou Luo reappeared in his mind.
He actually reacted again.
I quickly washed up and got ready to go to the company, where I would see the woman.
Unexpectedly, Rong Bing stopped the car as soon as it left the residential area.
Fu Jingchen got out of the car: "Why are you here?"
Rong Bing's face fell: "Is the company not a suitable place to discuss personal matters, and is this place not suitable either? Am I still your girlfriend?"
Fu Jingchen's good mood was completely ruined by Rong Bing's questioning first thing in the morning.
"Do you have to make a scene every day?" The man frowned. "You weren't like this before. What's wrong with you lately?"
"You weren't like this before? Why have you blocked me and never unblocked me?"
"Because you're annoying." Fu Jingchen said without hesitation, "I have to work and make money, I don't have time to mess around with you. Rong Bing, if you have nothing to do, go out and have some fun. Everyone else is very busy."
"You want me to leave Tiancheng? That way, no one will be watching you, and you can be with other women, right?"
Fu Jingchen was stunned, not expecting Rong Bing to have thought of this.
"Shut up? That means I'm right. If you want to break up, just say so. Stop criticizing me and forcing me to break up with you to show you're not a jerk. I won't bring it up." Rong Bing got agitated again. "You can't be with anyone but me."
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