The call ended abruptly. Cheng Yue frowned at his phone. Although Fang Lele had sounded normal, something still felt a little off.
"What's wrong?"
The house was warm, and Ji Huaijin wore nothing but pajama pants, putting his beautifully sculpted body on full, unabashed display.
Cheng Yue instantly forgot his worries.
"Professor Ji, this isn't very appropriate..."
Ji Huaijin lowered his eyes and watched Cheng Yue's hand slide slowly down his chest, lingering dangerously around his waist and abdomen. He raised an eyebrow, his voice low and resonant. "Is it really that bad?"
Who could possibly resist that!
Cheng Yue was ready for another round!
He sprang up and leaped onto Ji Huaijin, clinging to him as he gritted out, "You temptress! Just watch how I deal with you tonight!"
"Oh, really?"
Ji Huaijin's lips curved slightly. Holding him, he walked calmly toward the bedroom. "Then let me get a good look at what you can do!"
At midnight, as the night-shift workers streamed in, Fang Lele handed over his work and followed the crowd out of the factory.
Stars dotted the night sky, and the wind howled. Standing at the deserted intersection with his red, frozen hands tucked into his pockets, he thought of the wages deposited into his account that day. For the first time in two or three months, a smile softened the corners of his eyes.
Fang Lele had spent three days doing nothing at Sui Garden. Unable to stand being idle any longer, he had taken a bus out to look around and eventually found a job at a screw factory in the industrial park.
When HR asked whether he wanted company housing, he considered it, then politely declined.
He got up an hour early every day and took the bus to work. After