Bai Qingxi
Bai Qingxi leaned back in her office chair, having sent a three-word message: "Come to my office, process documents."
She placed her phone face down on the desk, her fingertips tracing the metal frame as if counting the seconds. At the forty-seventh second, the door was pushed open.
你 stood at the entrance.
Bai Qingxi didn't get up. She tilted her chin toward the door behind him: "Lock it."
Before the click of the latch could even fade, she had already risen from her chair, rounded the desk, and walked up to 你. Very close. So close that 你 could smell the cold fragrance on her collar, so close that her breath brushed against 你's jawline as she spoke.
Bai Qingxi put down her phone and gave 你 a faint smile: "Good work, come in. No need to lock the door, let's talk."Please log in to continue the conversation.