It was still light when Yan Ningke arrived. By the time their "passionate" scene involving "casting-couch favors" was over, night had fallen. He struggled out of bed with a hand on his lower back, not forgetting to turn the accusation around.
"How could you? I came here with perfectly innocent intentions, and you dragged me into bed."
Shao Ke fastened his belt at a leisurely pace and laughed. "Then who was it begging me not to stop just now?"
Yan Ningke's face flushed. Before Shao Ke could say anything else, he hurried over and covered his mouth. "All right, be good. Some secrets are best kept to yourself."
Don't you know you're supposed to keep quiet even if you see through someone? Showing off that you have a mouth, are you?
Shao Ke raised an eyebrow slightly. Fine. I'm the one who got the benefits anyway. Say whatever you like.
"Entertain yourself for a bit. I have a few documents to deal with."
Quiet returned to the office. Shao Ke worked intently behind his desk while Yan Ningke stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a plate of pastries.
There really was something to the saying that the higher you stood, the farther you could see. From this angle, everything looked tiny.
Standing at the city's pinnacle, taking in all its bustle and splendor, Yan Ningke felt a surge of emotion. "Crap! How did I forget what I actually came for?"
The pastry in his hand instantly lost its appeal. He set down the plate, gulped down a glass of water, and prepared to leave.
Shao Ke called out just in time. "Where are you going?"
"To find Assistant Lin."
Shao Ke looked puzzled. "What do you need him for?"
Yan Ningke pulled out a tissue and wiped the crumbs from