There was an enormous screen in the president's office, just large enough to partition off a private changing area for Xu Shi.
No one knew what Song Zhixing wanted with something like that in his office.
Xie Yanci sat on the dark blue sofa, his long legs crossed and his tailored suit fastened with meticulous care.
He leaned casually against the back of the sofa, his inscrutable, darkened eyes fixed on the antique-style screen and the small stretch of fair, delicate calf visible beneath it.
He could clearly see when Xu Shi took off his trousers and when he put them on again.
It was enough to set anyone's imagination wandering.
Xie Yanci narrowed his dark eyes, his long fingers unconsciously moving to his ring finger.
The wedding ring he always wore was no longer there.
It had not come over with him.
Xie Yanci stared at his empty finger for a long time.
Suddenly, footsteps reached his ears.
He instinctively looked up.
Xu Shi stepped out from behind the screen.
He stood before Xie Yanci and turned around.
He wore a pure white suit, the fitted trousers falling in smooth, straight lines, with several long pearl chains of varying lengths hanging from his waist.
The suit jacket was so dramatically cinched at the waist that Xu Shi could not fit into it properly, so he could only wear it backward, leaving the buttons undone.
A broad expanse of fair, delicate skin lay exposed across his back, and his slender, slightly curved waist was particularly enticing.
Long pearl chains draped from his neck to his waist, partially veiling the large, vivid red rose tattoo on his back.
Such a beautiful sight was laid bare before his eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed. Xie Yanci narrowed his dark eyes, stood, and approached