The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Lu Zhiheng's gaze pointed to the seat next to Wen Song.

Before Wen Song could react, Dong Wen answered excitedly and stammeringly, "No, no one is sitting here, Mr. Lu. If you don't mind, please feel free to sit here."

His figure was so tall that when he sat down next to Wen Song, it felt as if some of the light above his head was blocked.

Especially when he felt that everyone in the cafeteria was focusing their attention on their table, Wen Song felt a sense of unease, as if he had thorns in his back.

He lowered his voice and asked, "What brings you here?"

Lu Zhiheng glanced at the small amount of green vegetables on her plate and said, "Come over here and watch you eat."

Wen Song:......

Dong Wen on the other side: ? ? ?

After saying that, Lu Zhiheng used his chopsticks to clean the shrimp shells off the plate and put the whole shrimp meat onto Wen Song's plate. "I promised you would gain three pounds in a month, not even an ounce less."

Wen Song forced herself to put the shrimp into her mouth, but before she could even finish chewing and swallowing, a second and a third shrimp fell onto her plate one after another.

She quickly spoke up to stop them, "That's enough, we can't eat any more."

Lu Zhiheng knew that she had a typical small appetite; she could only eat a little bit of anything, and if she ate too much, she would complain of bloating and discomfort.

"Then let's have a few more pieces of beef."

With Lu Zhiheng around, Wen Song felt like she was completing a KPI when she ate. He didn't just let her eat more; he paid more attention to a balanced diet with a mix of meat and vegetables.

Under Dong Wen's astonished and bewildered gaze, Lu Zhiheng finished feeding the kitten, looked up at her, and said in a gentle and polite tone, "Songsong has already had lunch with you. Can you return my break time now?"

Dong Wen stared blankly at the incredibly close, high-resolution model of Lu Zhiheng's face. She didn't even hear what he was saying. She nodded vaguely, "Of course."

After saying that, she stared blankly as her crush of many years naturally took Wen Song's hand and walked out of the cafeteria together under the collective gaze of everyone.

Lu Zhiheng held Wen Song's hand the whole way, and every passerby cast a glance at them. Wen Song felt a little uncomfortable and tried to quietly pull away, but Lu Zhiheng held her hand even tighter.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Song confessed his unease in a low voice: "There are so many people, they're all looking at us."

Lu Zhiheng unlocked the president's private elevator with his fingerprint and led Wen Song into the elevator car.

"They'll get used to it and stop watching."

Wen Song looked up at the man in the elevator mirror. His expression was unreadable, and his tone was normal, but she sensed something was off. She subtly scratched the back of his hand with her thumb. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Lu Zhiheng looked back into the girl's dark, clear eyes in the elevator mirror. He had tried his best to control his emotions, but she, with her sensitive nature, still caught them.

He didn't want her to make wild guesses in her heart and get caught up in messy internal conflicts.

I'm even more worried about myself now that I'm thirty. Whenever it comes to Wen Song, I become as impatient as a young boy.

He simply admitted, "Besides me, did anyone else send you flowers this morning?"

Wen Song sighed inwardly. Although he was on the 66th floor, his eyes and ears were all over the entire Lu Group.

Fortunately, she hadn't intended to hide it anyway, and told the truth, "Someone gave me a bouquet of yellow roses, but I didn't keep them; I shared them with a few colleagues in the office who love flowers."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiheng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he tentatively asked, "What do you mean by 'someone'?"

Wen Song blinked. "There's no signature on it, so I don't know who it was."

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyes to observe Wen Song's expression. Her eyes were clear, revealing no emotion. After a moment, he looked away. "What about the flowers I gave you?"

Wen Song didn't immediately understand Lu Zhiheng's meaning: "What about the flowers you gave me?"

At that moment, the elevator dinged, indicating that it had reached its floor. Lu Zhiheng took Wen Song's hand and stepped out of the elevator, heading towards the office.

Did you share the flowers I gave you with anyone else?

"without."

Wen Song immediately answered, and at the same time seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of Lu Zhiheng's question. She blushed and continued, "The flowers you gave me are all displayed in my office. Some of the ones you gave me earlier, I took them back and dried them."

Lu Zhiheng was already grateful that he didn't give the flowers he gave him to someone else, but he actually took them home and dried them, which was truly unexpected for him.

Why?

As soon as the office door closed, Lu Zhiheng could no longer restrain himself and pinned Wen Song behind the door.

He lowered his head slightly, his nose lightly touching hers, his warm breath spraying onto Wen Song's cheeks and ears, like an electric current coursing through her pores to her limbs and bones.

"Why? Why?"

Lu Zhiheng's thin lips roamed to her pink and full earlobe, his teeth gently biting the soft flesh. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

Wen Song felt both itchy and painful, shrinking her neck to block out the humiliating teasing. Her weak voice trembled almost imperceptibly under the stimulation of her senses, "No reason, flowers are expensive, it would be a waste to throw them away."

"Is that all there is to it?"

Lu Zhiheng persisted, his large hand slowly caressing and pinching her slender waist.

Suddenly, he increased his force, and Wen Song's toes gripped the ground hard in response.

"No, it isn't either."

His kisses had already traveled up her slender neck, forcing Wen Song to tilt her head back and swallow with extreme dryness and difficulty, "Because it was a gift from you, I can't bear to throw it away..."

Lu Zhiheng got the answer he wanted. As his heart was filled with excitement, his desire deepened. He grabbed Wen Song's thighs and lifted her up, pressing her back against the door.

Hold me tight.

As soon as Lu Zhiheng finished speaking, his burning lips precisely captured hers.

Wen Song felt a dizzying sensation as he was being kissed and moved toward the sofa.

His kissing skills grew more and more proficient with each kiss, and his entwined kisses and sucking made her feel weak and boneless. She could only instinctively hold his neck tightly, letting him lead her through the intense and passionate emotions.

The sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was spacious enough. Wen Song sank deeply into the black leather sofa. Her eyes were slightly closed, her pink lips were slightly parted, and her shirt collar had been bitten open in a few places, revealing a patch of snow-white and delicate skin, which formed a visually striking picture with the black sofa.

The strawberries, not quite ripe yet, are pink, glistening with morning dew, making them look incredibly tempting.

When you reach out and touch it, the dewdrops tremble and sway gently. Take a bite, and it tastes sweet and refreshing.

Later, I found it increasingly delicious and was no longer content with just a taste; I swallowed it whole…

A force within Lu Zhiheng's body was constantly clamoring; it was no longer satisfied with the daily kisses and intimacy with the girl beneath it.

It greedily wanted more, to completely possess her and claim her as its own, as if only in this way could it fill the extremely uneasy black hole in its heart.

It wasn't until a sudden cell phone alarm rang that he was pulled back from the brink of losing control.

His abrupt stop left the girl feeling a strange emptiness. She opened her eyes blankly, her gaze unfocused for a moment, until she saw her disheveled clothes. A deep sense of shame and helplessness suddenly surfaced on her face.

"I'm sorry, I lost control just now."

As he spoke, he carefully helped her put on her clothes and gently smoothed her disheveled hair.

She had absolutely no experience in matters of the heart, and all her unreserved obedience stemmed from her dependence on and trust in him.

Because she was so innocent, he had to be even more restrained, at the very least to give her a solemn and beautiful first experience, so that when she looked back on it, she wouldn't feel that he had treated her carelessly.