After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Qian Xiaomeng's shirt was soaked.

The light blue cotton blend fabric clung tightly to the skin, with dark watermarks left by sweat seeping into the tightest area between the collarbone and waistline.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, past her cheekbones, gathered into a small drop at her jawline, and then fell onto the glass surface of her desk with a soft "plop".

"Lin Ye..."

Her voice trembled violently, and she took three tries to finish saying the two words.

"Qian... Xiaomeng."

Lin Ye stood half a step behind her, and pronounced the three words very slowly, uttering each word one by one.

He looked at the woman in front of him. Her light blue shirt had black lace peeking out from between the buttons, and her dark gray straight-leg pants accentuated her curves, creating a full silhouette beneath his gaze.

Her knees were trembling.

Both knees were shaking, not a lot, but very quickly, like a taut string being plucked.

The fabric of the dark gray pants was damp with sweat at the top of the thigh, the color of which had changed from gray to dark gray, and an irregular water stain was slowly spreading around the edge.

"Xiaomeng".

Lin Ye read her name again.

Qian Xiaomeng's ears turned red.

With her back to Lin Ye, she braced her hands on the edge of the desk, her fingers curled and gripping the edge, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"You...you stop shouting..."

"Don't call me anything?"

"Don't call me by my name..."

Lin Ye did not listen to her.

"Qian Xiaomeng".

He read it again.

This time her reaction was more pronounced; she felt as if she had been struck by an electric current, her back tensed up abruptly, and the shape of her shoulder blades jutted out clearly from under the soaked fabric of her shirt, like two folded wings.

Her fingers, which were gripping the edge of the table, loosened and then gripped again, the nails scraping against the glass surface with a slight, grating sound.

"you……"

Qian Xiaomeng's breathing became completely out of rhythm; her inhalations were deep and rapid, while her exhalations were short and shaky.

Lin Ye raised his hand and placed his palm on her back.

The soaked shirt fabric pressed against her skin through his palm, and he could feel the muscles on both sides of her spine spasming, each muscle fiber switching frequently between contraction and relaxation.

His hand slid down her spine, from the middle of her shoulder blades all the way down to her lower back.

Qian Xiaomeng's body arched slightly, as if a switch had been flipped.

"Lin Ye...please stop...my son is still outside..."

"An Ran took him with her."

Lin Ye's hand didn't stop, continuing downwards from the waist.

His palm rested on the curve of her waist, cinched by her belt. Through the fabric of her pants, he could feel the beginning of her buttocks, the two full curves of which felt slightly warm beneath his palm.

He's only eight years old.

Qian Xiaomeng's voice was already trembling with tears, "You can't..."

"Can't what?"

"cannot……"

Lin Ye's hand stopped at the starting point of her hip line, without moving downwards.

But his thumb moved slightly, brushing against the small patch of skin between the hem of her sweat-soaked shirt and her waistband.

Qian Xiaomeng shuddered, her fingers slipped from the edge of the table, and her upper body lurched forward half an inch, her forehead almost hitting the table.

She struggled to regain her balance, her elbow slipping on the table before she managed to steady herself.

"You today..."

Qian Xiaomeng's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth, "You did this on purpose."

Lin Ye did not deny it.

When she arrived wearing this light blue shirt, the black lace between the buttons was clearly visible; she couldn't possibly not have known.

Before she entered the office, as she bent down to lift her son from the passenger seat of the SUV, her shirt collar dropped at least two inches, and the cleavage was clearly visible in the sunlight; she couldn't possibly have missed it.

She knows everything.

But she still wore it, and she still came.

Qian Xiaomeng's face turned red from her ears to the roots of her neck, and even the back of her neck was covered with a thin layer of pink. Sweat flowed down the back of her neck, past the indentation of her spine, and disappeared into the collar of her shirt.

"you"

She said one word and then stopped, her hand, which was resting on the edge of the table, slipped again, and she leaned forward even more.

The sound lingered for a moment in the quiet office before being swallowed up by the sound of engines outside the window.

An Ran led Zhang Shuai on a lap, the sound of the small engine coming from afar and then receding into the distance, as if it were a special accompaniment for the sound.

The button bounced for a moment in the sunlight, rolled twice on the ground, and came to rest in the corner.

She was breathing heavily, and the rise and fall of her chest against the glass tabletop caused the entire table to sway slightly.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, past the tip of her nose, and onto the glass tabletop, creating a small mist.

Lin Ye looked at her like this, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

"bite."

"Found a target within the McDonald's system."

Target name: Qian Xiaomeng.

"Match accuracy: 99.2%"

"Qualifications: Level A in Public Security Management, Level A in Risk Assessment, and Level S in Crisis Management."

"Host: Please subdue the target as soon as possible."

"Chain Reward Progress: Currently, there are 3 target users. Reaching 4 users will trigger the second high-level reward."

Lin Ye leaned against the edge of his desk, looking at the system notification that popped up on the screen.

99.2%.

He is taller than Wang Xiaoying and also taller than Shao Yang.

His gaze shifted from the screen to Qian Xiaomeng, who was slumped over her desk.

"Qian Xiaomeng." He repeated her name again.

Qian Xiaomeng lay face down, her forehead pressed against the cold glass tabletop. When she heard her name being called, her body trembled uncontrollably again.

She knew she was finished.

From the moment she stepped through that door, wearing that shirt, and letting Lin Ye see the edge of the black lace through the gap in the buttons, she was already finished.

"you……"

Qian Xiaomeng's voice was still trembling, but it carried a sense of resignation, as if she had given up entirely.

She used the table for support to flip herself over, changing from lying face down to lying on her back.

She lay on the desk, her short-sleeved shirt flared open even wider due to her reclining position, and another button popped off.

She looked up at the ceiling, her chest heaving violently. Sweat clung to her shirt, creating a thin film between it and the glass tabletop beneath her. With each breath, moisture was squeezed out, making a soft "pop" sound.

"Linye."

Her voice finally became a little steady, but her breathing was still erratic.

Lin Ye stood in front of her, looking down at her. From his vantage point above, her face was flushed, her hair was spread out on the table, her neck formed a long, slender curve, and the skin below her collarbone was completely exposed in the open collar of her shirt. The edges of the black lace clung to her skin, becoming even darker after being soaked with sweat.