Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

More than an hour later.

The air in the office was still filled with heat. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled shadows on the floor. Mixed with the sweet smell in the air, it gave off a lazy, ambiguous and sticky feeling.

The wrinkles on the sofa had not yet smoothed out, and Gu Ran nestled softly in Lin Lang's arms like a kitten whose strength had been drained away.

Her hair was a little messy, her cheeks were flushed with a long-lasting blush, and even her shoulders were covered with a thin layer of powder. Her eyes were still a little hazy, as if she had not yet fully recovered from what had just happened.

Lin Lang reached out and gathered the scattered hair on Gu Ran's cheeks. When his fingertips touched her warm skin, Gu Ran shuddered slightly and rubbed herself even tighter in his arms.

Her nose touched Lin Lang's chest, she smelled his masculine scent, her face full of satisfaction.

Lin Lang reached for the cigarette box on the coffee table, took out a cigarette, and the lighter at his fingertips lit up with a "click". The orange-red flame reflected in his eyes and then quickly went out.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the white smoke, which spread between the two of them and was gradually blown away by the wind blowing in from the window.

He didn't say anything, just looked down at the beauty in his arms.

Gu Ran's eyelashes are very long, and at this moment they are drooping lightly, like the wings of a tired butterfly.

His free hand gently stroked Gu Ran's waistline, his movements filled with the tenderness of afterthought.

"Boss, you've made me so exhausted that I don't have the energy to go to work." Gu Ran's voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of complaint in her words, but the ending tone rose slightly, hiding an unconscious coquettishness.

"Oh? Baby, are you taking advantage of me?" Lin Lang's voice was a little lazy and magnetic. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, which smelled of tobacco and himself.

Gu Ran shyly raised her head and nuzzled Lin Lang's jaw, where there was still a hint of stubble. "It's obviously you who took advantage. I came here to be your secretary, but you turned me into your concubine and harem housekeeper."

Lin Lang chuckled: "Do you like being my concubine?"

Gu Ran buried her face in Lin Lang's arms and said sullenly, "I like it." She paused and added softly, "I want to be your concubine for life. I saw other concubines are pregnant, and I also want to give birth to a son for you."

"Baby, it's too early for you to have a baby at the age of 21. It's not too late for you to have another baby after we have been sweet for a few more years!" Lin Lang held a cigarette between his fingers and tapped the cigarette butt lightly in the ashtray, letting a little ash fall off.

Gu Ran pouted and said coquettishly, "The other concubines' children are all grown up, while yours and mine are still young. Will we suffer in the future?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Of course not. I will only love our family and our children even more."

"Hehe...husband, you have to keep your word." Gu Ran acted coquettishly in Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang's heart seemed to be hit by something soft. He put out the cigarette, put his free hand around her, and hugged her tighter.

The sofa was quite spacious, and the two of them snuggled up sweetly, able to clearly feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

"Boss, it feels so comfortable to be held in your arms like this." Gu Ran hummed, like a satisfied little animal, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on Lin Lang's chest.

"Baby, do you know how much I love you and can't let you go when I hold you in my arms?" Lin Lang pinched Gu Ran's cheek, which felt delicate and soft.

Gu Ran smiled sweetly, with a hint of mischief in her voice: "Boss, do you say this to every woman?"

"Of course not, you are the woman I love the most and trust the most, no doubt about it." Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed the corner of Gu Ran's lips, which still had a sweet aftertaste.

Gu Ran raised his head, his eyes sparkling like stars: "Boss, you can trust me at any time. I will never betray you even if I die, hehe..."

"Little fool, let your husband kiss you again."

Gu Ran smiled happily, moved closer to Lin Lang's lips, and kissed him gently, neither fast nor slow.

Her kiss was light, like a feather brush, with a tender afterthought.

Lin Lang didn't move, letting her kiss him, the smile in his eyes so gentle that it was about to overflow.

Gu Ran became more and more addicted to kissing, and kissed Lin Lang passionately and actively, unable to stop.

Lin Lang couldn't help but start kissing Gu Ran back, not in an eager plunder, but more like a tentative rubbing.

He was always gentle to Gu Ran. His kiss carried the bitter taste of tobacco ashes, mixed with the sweet scent of her body, creating a strange sense of entanglement between her lips and teeth.

Gu Ran's breathing paused, and her eyelashes trembled slightly on the side of his neck, like a frightened butterfly suddenly folding its wings.

Lin Lang's hand moved up along the back of Gu Ran's neck, gently pressing the back of her head, and the kiss gradually deepened.

He didn't use much strength, but his gentleness was unbearable.

Gu Ran subconsciously opened her mouth and let out a small whimper. She shrank as if she was burned, but couldn't help but lean closer to his arms.

Her scent was soft and girlish, reminding him of honey melting in the afternoon.

Lin Lang occasionally stepped back half an inch, looked at her red eyes and slightly open lips, then lowered his head and kissed her hard, with a bit of punishment, but immediately softened when she trembled, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

Gu Ran's hands were tightly grasping Gu Cheng's shirt on his chest. Her breathing was all sucked in by him, and even her heartbeat was disordered.

She could smell his fresh breath, mixed with a hint of tobacco, and the warmth of their skin, like an airtight net, wrapping her tightly inside.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air has not yet dissipated, mixed with the smell of sunshine and the faint fragrance of the two people, forming a lazy and affectionate atmosphere that is unique to this moment.

Just when they were kissing passionately, there was a polite knock on the door: "Knock knock..."

The system prompts that the person knocking on the door is Yao Beina.

After hearing the knock on the door, Gu Ran stood up from the sofa in a panic, straightened her messy hair and skirt, and said in a low voice with a red face: "Boss, you are so annoying, is there someone here?"

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Lin Lang stood up from the sofa with a wicked smile and buttoned his unbuttoned shirt.

Gu Ran made a playful face at Lin Lang, quickly straightened her skirt, adjusted her breathing, and hurriedly opened the locked office door. With a blushing face, she smiled at Yao Beina and quickly walked out of the office.

Yao Beina was not stupid either. Seeing Gu Ran's blushing face and unnatural expression, and that he took so long to open the door, she guessed that Gu Ran was having an affair with the boss Lin Lang.

Yao Beina pushed the door open and stuck half of her head in, with a sweet smile on her face and a folder in her hand, which looked like a temporary prop.

"Mr. Lin, are you busy right now?"

Lin Lang leaned on his desk, sipping his coffee comfortably. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yao Beina: "What's up?"

Yao Beina walked into the office with a smile on her face, hesitatingly saying, "It's... not really anything. I just passed by your office and thought you might not be busy right now, so I wanted to come in and chat with you."

"Chatting?" Lin Lang chuckled, picking up his coffee and taking another sip. The brown liquid swayed gently in the cup. "A female artist went to the boss's office specifically to chat. What signal are you trying to send?"

These words were as blunt as a small thorn, and Yao Beina's face turned red in an instant, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck was slightly pink.

She waved her hands quickly, her voice trembling a little: "No, no signal!"

"Don't get me wrong, Director Lin. I just... I just feel like work has been going pretty smoothly lately, so I wanted to say thank you and... just chat a little while."

Lin Lang looked at Yao Beina's helpless look, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Okay, then what should we talk about?" Lin Lang put down the coffee cup, and the bottom of the cup made a slight sound when it hit the table, as if setting the tone.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on Yao Beina with interest. "Want to talk about music? About life? Or... about love?"

Lin Lang deliberately dragged out his tone, with a hint of teasing at the end.

"Of course, we're talking about music!" Yao Beina suddenly raised her voice like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, then quickly lowered it, her cheeks flushing. "How can a female artist talk about love with her boss... How weird."

"Is it weird?" Lin Lang raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingertips on the table. "In the entertainment industry, it's not uncommon for bosses and female artists to talk about love. It's something consensual, but it's kept secret. Everyone in the industry knows it."

Yao Beina's heart skipped a beat after hearing what Lin Lang said. The secret thoughts in her heart seemed to be exposed, but she inexplicably felt some courage.

She clenched the folder in her hand, looked up at Lin Lang, her eyes sparkling, and with a hint of risk-taking: "Then... Mr. Lin, which female artist in our company have you ever talked about love with?"

Lin Lang laughed out loud, crossed his hands in front of his stomach, and said in a relaxed tone: "Trying to trick me? So gossipy? It seems that you are not here to talk about music, but to chat about gossip."

Yao Beina had no choice but to put the folder on the table and tried to make excuses: "No, no... I'm just curious. Since we're talking about music, I'll tell you about the chorus of "Lover Like Me". I always feel that..."

She kept on talking about the song, but she couldn't help glancing at Lin Lang from the corner of her eye. Her heart was beating like a little rabbit.

Lin Lang just listened with a faint smile on his lips. His eyes fell on Yao Beina's face, but it seemed as if he was looking through her at something else.

There was a faint sweet fragrance in the air of the office, which gave off an indescribable meaning.

After Yao Beina finished speaking, she met Lin Lang's gaze, waiting for his opinion.

Lin Lang said with a wicked smile: "Stay closer to me, I will help you solve this problem."

After hearing this, Yao Beina moved closer to Lin Lang, but still at a polite distance.

Lin Lang actually said, "Closer."

Yao Beina took courage and moved closer to Lin Lang. She looked at Lin Lang shyly because the distance between them was already a little ambiguous.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang said, "Not close enough, closer."

Yao Beina's heartbeat had obviously become faster, her face turned red, and she moved closer to Lin Lang, almost sticking to him, so close that she was trembling with nervousness.

"Closer." Lin Lang had a wicked smile on his face.

"Uh... Mr. Lin, if you come any closer I will hug you." Yao Beina's breathing became rapid.

Lin Lang suddenly pulled Yao Beina into his arms, breathing in her delicate fragrance, and whispered in her ear, "If you want to sing this kind of love song well, you've never even been in love before. How can you empathize with the song and sing it out to your fans?"

Yao Beina's delicate body froze for a moment, and she felt the blood rushing to her face. She said in a trembling voice, "Director Lin, you...what are you going to do to me?"