Fu Yunting let Sheng Yuyue pull him by his tie, drawing him close to her.
“Mm, since it’s dirty, take it off.”
Fu Yunting looked down. His white shirt was already stained with coffee marks—indeed, quite dirty.
He had expected Sheng Yuyue to be at least a little shy, but to his surprise, she was obedient.
She cleanly and swiftly stripped off her stained shirt and tossed it directly into the trash bin nearby.
“President Fu, I don’t have any clothes to wear.”
All that remained on her was a black half-covering bra, her curves threatening to spill out.
Fu Yunting’s Adam’s apple rolled involuntarily twice.
Sheng Yuyue caught the sight with sharp eyes, rose onto her tiptoes, and looped both arms around Fu Yunting’s neck.
Fu Yunting didn’t answer her question. He lowered his gaze to the woman before him, whose eyes gleamed with a hint of cunning.
“Click.”
He suddenly moved his hand to her back and, in one swift motion, unfastened her restraint.
The view before him was suddenly laid bare in full.
Fu Yunting inwardly sighed—this woman was probably some kind of enchantress destined to bring down kingdoms. Otherwise, why would he have lost his composure twice because of her?
Sheng Yuyue, for her part, showed not the slightest hint of shyness at having her restraint undone by Fu Yunting. Instead, she grew bolder, lifting up the shirt he had tucked into his waistband.
Her delicate, boneless little hand slipped directly beneath the fabric and slowly traveled upward.
Fu Yunting no longer held back. His large palm cupped the fullness, applying a bit of pressure.
A sound even more alluring than her own escaped from the woman’s throat.
Unwilling to keep enduring, Sheng Yuyue was pushed onto the counter of the pantry.
“Rip.”
Her nude-colored stockings tore open with an irregular gash.
Fu Yunting grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his hip, then lowered his head and captured Sheng Yuyue’s lips with his own.
Sheng Yuyue responded passionately to his kiss while her fingertips remained restless…
His face had begun to flush, his breathing growing ragged, a scorching heat churning inside him that he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.
He asked in a hoarse voice, “Secretary Sheng seems quite experienced. Have you had practice patching things up?”
Sheng Yuyue was momentarily stunned before she realized what Fu Yunting was referring to.
Her hand retaliated with increased force, and Fu Yunting, caught off guard by the sudden control, let out a frustrated growl.
He lowered his head and began to ravage the scenery before him without restraint.
Sheng Yuyue, unlike his own brooding restraint, closed her eyes, tilted her neck back slightly, and hummed with contentment.
Another evenly matched contest, ending once again in a draw.
Fu Yunting couldn’t help but admire Sheng Yuyue’s stamina. Anyone else might not have been able to withstand his level of exertion.
But Sheng Yuyue not only endured it—she even managed to trade blow for blow with him through so many rounds.
More and more interesting.
It was already past midnight.
The pantry was thick with the lingering scent of their encounter. Fu Yunting tossed his shirt at Sheng Yuyue.
“Put it on.”
After dropping those two words, he walked straight back to his office.
His changing room was always stocked with several sets of clothes. He grabbed one at random and changed into it.
By the time he came out, Sheng Yuyue had already tidied herself up and was seated at her desk, working.
“You’re quite dedicated.”
Having just spent hours in physical activity and still returning to work—if that wasn’t dedication, what was?
“Then don’t forget to give me a raise, President Fu.”
Sheng Yuyue blinked her lively, sparkling eyes at Fu Yunting.
Perhaps because she had just finished exercising, the flush on her face had yet to fully fade, and in that state, she bore none of the demure composure she showed during the day—instead, there was a hint of seductive charm about her.