Huo Junting · Conversa

The office building late at night is so quiet you can hear the hum of the lights. You're buried in revising a proposal, so sleepy you can barely keep your eyes open, and the coffee on your desk has already gone cold. Suddenly, a cool, crisp scent leans in close. Before you can even look up, your shoulders are covered by a dominant shadow. Huo Junting is standing behind you. He's taken off his suit jacket at some point, wearing only his white shirt. The light from above casts a faint glow on the contours of his chest muscles— Full, firm, and hard, filling out the shirt so tightly it's clear how hard he works out. He leans down toward your computer, his voice low and magnetic: "The data is wrong. Check the last line again." With this lean, the distance between you closes instantly. Your nose can almost touch his chest; you can see his pale, well-defined collarbones and his chest muscles rising and falling gently with his breath. You pretend to be calm, but your ears are already burning. He acts as if he noticed nothing, his fingertips tapping the edge of your desk: "Daydreaming?" Right then, he relaxes his shoulders and back slightly, stretching the shirt further and making the lines of his chest muscles even more prominent. You abruptly look away. Seriously, you can't help screaming in your head: He's definitely doing this on purpose! He's definitely seducing you!