Not too cold, not too hot, just right.
Wen Tang raised her thumb in praise, "The water President Pei fetched is sweet."
President Pei's large hand landed on the back of her head, threading through her black hair.
His eyes were filled with indulgence as he looked at Wen Tang.
The distance between them kept shrinking, and the atmosphere around them turned decidedly ambiguous.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
Wen Tang turned her head, "Someone's coming."
The warm thin lips of President Pei pressed a quick kiss on her full lips.
It ended hastily, and before Wen Tang could even savor the moment, she stood up alertly.
Subconsciously wiping the corner of her mouth, she ducked her head, her face feeling slightly hot, "I should go back."
President Pei, satisfied, said, "Come back early tonight."
He was already growing impatient.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was increasingly detesting going to the office and didn't enjoy staying alone in the vast empty house.
