The pen holder on the desk wobbled, and the pens inside knocked against each other with a soft clatter.
Two hours later, the moon hung high in the inky-black night, and all was quiet again.
Chen Yansen plopped down into a chair and let out a long sigh.
He leaned back in his chair with a smile, watching Ye Qiuping clean up the mess. It was as if he had returned to a scene from their past life together.
"I've made some sweet soup."
Three minutes later, Ye Qiuping, now fully dressed, said in a soft voice.
"Next time."
Chen Yansen waved his hand, signaling that Master Ye could leave.
The expression on Ye Qiuping's face froze. She cursed inwardly, 'He turns into a different person the second he zips up his pants. He's worse than an animal.'
"Okay, Boss," Ye Qiuping replied.
"I like Sichuan-style pickled vegetables," a soft voice said from behind her just as she was about to walk out of the office.
