Under the dim, suggestive lighting.
Tang Song's pajama buttons had somehow been undone one by one, leaving his broad chest completely exposed to the air.
Starting at his collarbones and trailing down along the contours of his firm, well-defined pectorals.
Six dark red bruised marks stood out starkly against his cool, pale skin.
Tang Song let out a long breath.
He knew perfectly well that Secretary Jin had deliberately left them there for Su Yu, the female celebrity he would soon be meeting in Paris, to see.
Normally, marks of this severity would take at least a week to fade.
Even with the restorative abilities granted by [Male God Halo LV5], it would still take at least three to five days for them to disappear completely.
And by then, he would just happen to be in Paris.
Once that female celebrity, who was already prone to insecurity, saw them, she would definitely be furious.
"Mm—this feels much better now."
Secretary Jin slightly propped herself up, looking down at her handiwork.
A few strands of brown hair fell over her shoulder and brushed across Tang Song's chest, stirring up an itch.
Her eyes gleamed with the pride and satisfaction of someone whose scheme had succeeded.
Such an adorable expression appeared on her noble, beautiful face.
It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Beautiful enough to make someone want to ruthlessly ravish her.
Apparently quite satisfied, she loosened her arms and prepared to turn over and lie back down to sleep.
But the moment she moved.
Her waist was firmly locked in place by two scorching big hands, leaving her unable to move.
"Since it helps Director Jin's recovery—" Tang Song's voice was husky and magnetic. He tilted his head back slightly, licked his dry lips, and fixed her with a burning gaze. "How about