The midday sun, soft and gentle, poured through the floor-to-ceiling window into the secretary's office.
Shen Cheng felt a bit sleepy and leaned on the desk, squinting her eyes, and unknowingly fell asleep.
It was only when Shi Yu finished his work and picked up his cup that he realized the coffee had gone cold.
Instinctively, he turned his head and saw Shen Cheng leaning on the desk, her long hair tied up high fluttering in the breeze, quietly closing her eyes, so beautiful that it was unbearable to disturb her.
He casually put the cup down, got up, and walked into the secretary's office with strides, making no sound at all.
Looking at the sleeping figure, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he unbuttoned and took off his suit jacket to drape it over Shen Cheng.
His movements were obviously gentle, but Shen Cheng was too sensitive, the moment the jacket was draped over her, she woke up.
