Chapter 386: Office Lady's Professional Attire

The sofa was very soft; as Lin Yuan lay down, Fei Fanjin lay on top of him.

Her hair fell beside his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with the rich aroma of red wine, swirling around his nostrils.

Warm yellow light spilled over both of them, stretching their shadows long.

In the living room, only their breathing remained, along with the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by the evening wind outside the window.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his heart filled with complex emotions.

There was pity for her, a flutter of the moment, and a hint of inexplicable bewilderment.

But right now, he didn't want to think about those complicated futures; he just wanted to follow this feeling and respond to her passion.

He slightly lifted his head and kissed Fei Fanjin's forehead, his motion gentle, as if soothing her and also confirming their existence.

Feeling his response, Fei Fanjin pressed her body tighter against him…

Yet this made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

As the night deepened, the warm light in the living room remained on, yet it seemed gentler than before.

The two embraced on the sofa, temporarily setting aside all hesitation and struggle…

Focusing only on the present flutter and closeness.

After an unknown amount of time, Fei Fanjin gradually grew tired, leaning against Lin Yuan's chest as her breathing slowly eased.

Meanwhile, the intoxication in her eyes deepened, leaving only a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Yuan gently stroked her back, feeling her even breath, his heart softening.

He lowered his head to look at the sleeping Fei Fanjin in his arms; her pretty face remained flushed, but her brows relaxed slightly, as if she had let down all her guard.

Moonlight outside filtered through the curtain gaps, landing on her face, soft beyond words.

Lin Yuan let out a soft sigh, his fingertips lightly touching her cheek.

The night gradually sank into its deepest shade…

Moonlight outside passed through the sheer curtain, weaving fine silver patterns on the living room floor, enveloping the lingering warmth of their bodies.

On the floor beside the sofa lay a pink yoga pant and a woman's underwear…

Fei Fanjin woke at some point, her eyes no longer hazy with intoxication, only clear and burning.

She gently bit Lin Yuan's earlobe, her voice soft from just waking: "The sofa is a bit hard; shall we go to the bedroom?"

Before Lin Yuan could respond, she pulled him up, and they walked softly across the living room.

In the bedroom, only the bedside nightlight was on, its warm glow just enough to envelop the bed.

Fei Fanjin first sat on the edge of the bed, patted the spot beside her, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation like stars.

As Lin Yuan sat down, she lunged at him.

They fell onto the blanket together, the soft cover wrinkled deeply, the pillowcase askew, full of tangled traces…

After an unknown amount of time…

Fei Fanjin suddenly pulled him up, pointing her finger toward the bathroom with a mischievous tone: "We're all sweaty… shall we take a shower together?"

In the bathtub, a few rose petals floated, and warm water filled it to the rim.

As they entered, water splashed onto the tiles, leaving rings of wet marks mixed with the red of the petals, especially eye-catching.

After washing, Fei Fanjin wrapped herself in a towel and led him to the balcony.

The early-morning night breeze carried a chill, yet it could not dispel the heat on their bodies.

She leaned on the railing, tilted her head back to kiss him; moonlight fell on her face, making her eyelashes glow.

Wet footprints of the two remained on the balcony tiles.

The towel draped over the railing swayed in the wind, as if silently recording their night's entanglement.

That night, they hardly closed their eyes.

The sofa's cushion lay askew on the floor, the bed's blanket was a tangled mess, the bathtub's petals floated on the water, the balcony breeze still carried each other's scent, and every corner held warmth.

As dawn approached, they finally lay back on the bed…

Fei Fanjin, exhausted, pressed against Lin Yuan's chest and slept with even breathing…

Lin Yuan, also weary, slowly closed his eyes.

……

The next morning.

The first ray of morning light slipped through the curtain gap and fell on Lin Yuan's face.

He blinked open his eyes in a daze, his head still a bit heavy from not resting well the night before.

He moved his fingers, only then noticing that Fei Fanjin was tightly hugging him…

Her head rested on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, her warm breath spilling onto his shirt.

Lin Yuan dared not move, fearing to wake her.

He merely lowered his gaze to the person in his arms; her lashes were long, her eyelids cast a light shadow, the corner of her mouth still held a faint smile, and she slept especially peacefully.

Just as he was about to drift off again, Fei Fanjin suddenly moved…

She lifted her head, her eyes now clear with a hint of mischief, then slowly slipped into the blankets.

Before Lin Yuan could react, he felt a wave of warm softness coming from within the blankets…

The familiar sensation instantly woke him…

"Fanjin…" Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a low hum, his hand unconsciously resting on her head…

His voice still carried the morning hoarseness, and he hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted.

Fei Fanjin said nothing, because she could no longer speak.

The sunlight grew brighter, pouring through the curtains to tint the bedroom a warm gold; the bed's blanket was tangled anew, and the air's ambiguity held a few more drops of morning freshness than the night before.

Lin Yuan raised his hand to grip the headboard's backrest, his fingertips exerting slight pressure.

He looked at Fei Fanjin under the covers, his heart feeling both soft and confused……

Suddenly, a sharp phone ring broke the bedroom's tranquility.

Lin Yuan reached out to fumble for the phone on the bedside table, swiped the screen, and the two characters 'Director Su' appeared prominently on the display.

Lin Yuan hurriedly pressed the answer key.

From the other end came Su Monong's slightly urging voice: 'Lin Yuan, what time is it? Why haven't you come to pick me up? I've been waiting at the villa gate for almost half an hour.'

Only then did Lin Yuan suddenly realize it was already 8 a. m.

His heart panicked, and he quickly apologized: 'Sorry, Director Su, I overslept; I'm coming right away, I'll be there in ten minutes.'

'Hurry up.' Su Monong didn't blame him further, just gave a reminder, then hung up.

Lin Yuan hung up the phone and turned his gaze to the bed.

'Are you leaving?' Fei Fanjin's voice was hoarse as she reached out and lightly grabbed the corner of Lin Yuan's shirt, her fingertips exerting slight pressure.

Lin Yuan looked at her reluctant eyes, his heart softened, he bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead: 'Mm, Director Su urged me to go pick her up; I overslept, I need to hurry.'

While speaking, he swiftly threw off the covers and got out of bed, fumbling to find the clothes scattered from last night, almost buttoning his shirt incorrectly.

Fei Fanjin also sat up, wrapped in a loose robe, watching his flustered state, a subtle smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

She reached for the coat draped over the chair back and handed it to him: 'Don't rush, put it on slowly, don't button it wrong.'

Lin Yuan took the coat, lowered his head to look, and indeed he had buttoned the second button into the first button's place.

His cheeks warmed slightly; he hurriedly unbuttoned and re-buttoned it correctly.

'I'm leaving first.' Lin Yuan put on his shoes, turned to look at Fei Fanjin, his eyes holding a hint of apology and reassurance.

'All right, see you at the office, Deputy Director Lin.' Fei Fanjin said with a gentle, light laugh.

She changed her address again, calling Lin Yuan Deputy Director.

This signified that the ambiguity of last night was now over.

After going to the office today, their relationship would return to ordinary colleague status.

And last night was merely a one-night stand from a romantic encounter.

……

In the morning, after picking up Director Su, Lin Yuan drove to the company.

Along the way, Su Monong, sitting in the back seat, asked suspiciously, 'Lin Yuan, why do you smell like a woman? What did you do last night?'

'Huh?' Lin Yuan startled at the words, he flusteredly replied, 'No, no, Director Su, you must have smelled wrong…'

Su Monong sniffed with her delicate nose, then didn't press further.

After arriving at the company, Lin Yuan hurried back to his office.

He pushed open the office door, and Lin Yuan first took off his suit jacket.

Indeed, his suit jacket carried a faint woman's fragrance.

Lin Yuan set the jacket aside to avoid anyone noticing the scent.

He brewed a cup of coffee, sat behind his desk, and glanced at today's work schedule.

As his fingertips slid over the documents, his mind involuntarily recalled Fei Fanjin's clingy demeanor that morning, his expression turning somewhat complex.

Eh.

His relationships with other women were still unclear, and now he had another worldly debt.

Lin Yuan only felt his heart in turmoil.

He had just glanced at a few pages when the office door was gently pushed open; he looked up to see Fei Fanjin.

She wore a dark gray business suit skirt, the hem just reaching her knees.

Paired with black slender high heels, her black long hair fell over her shoulders.

Her face was made up with delicate light makeup, more professional than usual, yet in the details it revealed a deliberate allure.

The collar of her suit was opened lower than usual, faintly revealing a hint of red at her collarbone.

Fei Fanjin turned and closed the door, then gently flicked the latch on the doorframe.

With a soft 'click,' the office was completely sealed off from the outside.

Lin Yuan set down his pen, somewhat surprised: 'How did you come over? Don't you have department matters to handle?'

Fei Fanjin didn't answer, stepping in her high heels toward him step by step.

She placed both hands on the desk's edge, leaned her body slightly forward, her breath lightly brushing his cheek: 'I missed you, so I came to see you.'

Her gaze fell on Lin Yuan's neck, the corner of her mouth turning into a sly smile: 'You left so hurriedly this morning, you didn't even properly say goodbye.'

Lin Yuan looked at the obsession in her eyes, his Adam's apple moved, he was about to speak…

Fei Fanjin had already gone around behind the desk, lightly embracing his waist from behind, her cheek pressed against his back, her voice tinged with lazy huskiness: 'Look at my professional attire today, does it look good?'

Her fingers lightly traced over Lin Yuan's shirt buttons, the motion carrying an obvious suggestion:

'Last night I wore loungewear at home; today at the office, I wanted you to see me in professional attire…'

Lin Yuan's body instantly tensed, the coffee cup in his hand trembled, the warm liquid nearly spilling.

'Fanjin, this is the office; what if someone walks in…' He tried to persuade her, his voice tightening.

Fei Fanjin, however, tightened her arms, holding him even closer.

She brought her lips to his ear, gently nibbling his earlobe: 'The door is already locked; no one will come in.'