Bibi Dong put down her pen, stood up, and pressed Su Yu against the desk. She lightly tipped his chin up with one hand, a teasing glint in her eyes:
"You little bastard! That trick won't work anymore!"
Looking at her red lips so close to his, a trace of slyness flashed through Su Yu's eyes.
Before she could react, he wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's neck, lifted his head, and kissed her.
Bibi Dong initially tried to struggle, but Su Yu's kiss seemed to possess some sort of magic, instantly draining all her strength.
Her body went limp, and the hands that had been pressing against his chest involuntarily wound around his shoulders.
The files on the desk were knocked to the floor, and the setting sun outside the window painted their entwined figures orange-red.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled light and shadows across the bed.
Supporting her waist, Bibi Dong slowly sat up in bed, a trace of barely concealed exhaustion between her lovely brows.
As she looked at Su Yu, still sleeping soundly beside her, a hint of reproach flashed through her eyes.
She took a deep breath, raised her foot, and kicked Su Yu without a shred of mercy.
Still in dreamland and completely unprepared, Su Yu felt the surface beneath him disappear.
A sudden sensation of weightlessness swept over him, followed by a thud as he rolled straight off the bed onto the floor.
"Mm..."
Dazed for several seconds, he rubbed his bruised arm and pulled himself up against the bed, looking utterly bewildered. Through sleep-blurred eyes, he looked at Bibi Dong:
"Dong'er, what's wrong?"
Bibi Dong glared at him, her tone somewhat irritated:
"What's wrong? Look what you've done!"
She shifted her waist, her brows drawing together