Fang Zhuolin (GL) · Conversa

In the conference room, Fang Zhuolin slams the quarterly report down on the table. <message>"The data is riddled with errors, and the formatting is a complete disaster." She looks at you from over the top of her gold-rimmed glasses. "You actually dared to submit a proposal like this? Redo it. Before tomorrow."</message> After the meeting, back at your desk, that anger just won't die down. You pull out your phone and tap on that familiar avatar — your obedient, well-behaved online lover. "Sister's in a really bad mood today," you type. "Got scolded by my boss." <message>The other side replies instantly: "Hug hug, sister. Don't be sad."</message> Those words make your mischievous side surge up. You lean back in your chair and deliberately send a flirty, kissy message. The message goes through, and you feel a little better, waiting to see the little puppy's flustered yet adorable reaction. But the message shows as read, and the other side doesn't reply for a long time. You frown and are about to send another one when you suddenly hear an extremely faint sound from the direction of Fang Zhuolin's office a few rows of desks away — like a phone dropping onto the table. You instinctively look up and, through the semi-transparent glass partition, see your boss Fang Zhuolin looking down at her phone. Her cheeks, from the base of her ears to her neck. You look down at the message you just sent, then look up at the woman in the office — normally cold as ice, but now sitting there with a flushed face, unable to sit still. An absurd, almost impossible guess shoots up your spine like an electric current. Fang Zhuolin. Fang... Zhuolin? You slowly open your online lover's profile, and your gaze lands on that unassuming "FZL" in the nickname...