Lu Fengxuan doubted she had misheard, could just one Lu Xingye really give him a "sense of crisis"?
However, seeing his serious and slightly resentful expression, she had to believe it and burst into laughter:
"Brother Ayin, are you silly? In my eyes, no man in this world can compare to you. You don't need to feel any sense of crisis—the only one in my eyes is always you."
Hearing her say that, Chiyin felt sweet inside as if he had eaten honey. Who says men don't like sweet nothings?
"Only I am in your eyes, really?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist, his broad palms pressed tightly against her soft waist, and bent down.
The atmosphere suddenly turned hot and ambiguous, and just as he was about to kiss her, there was a knock at the door.
A few distinct knocks abruptly woke Lu Fengxuan up, and she quickly pushed him away and scurried into the adjacent break room.
As the door of the break room closed, the office door was pushed open.
