In a slightly dim bedroom, a blonde man with blue eyes half-reclined on the sofa, pretending to nap.
"Click," the light suddenly turned on.
Vincent opened his eyes impatiently and looked at the young woman who entered the doorway.
"It's already dark, why not turn on the light?"
Luna Clark walked in, picked up the bottle of red wine in front of Vincent, and poured herself a glass, ignoring his sinister gaze, she asked.
"As a secretary," Vincent couldn't help but say as he watched Luna pour out half of his wine and drink it, "drinking half of your boss's wine, do you have any sense of being a subordinate?"
Luna swirled the nearly overflowing glass of wine, looking at him innocently, "I remember that I ordered this batch of wine for you, can I not drink it?"
"But it's still my money."
"Tch, stingy."
Luna replied disdainfully.
Vincent rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.
Luna sat in front of him and happily finished an entire glass of wine, letting out a wine burp.
