The expected sound of the cup breaking did not come. The person had reacted quickly and reached out to grab the cup.
His gaze fell on Sang Qianqian's face, his dark eyes smiling. "Why are you so careless?"
Sang Qianqian's cherry lips parted as she looked at that well-defined face, which still carried a sense of fatigue and haggardness from the long journey. Her heart was filled with both joy and bitterness.
For a moment, she forgot that she was in the office as she subconsciously threw herself into Shen Hanyu's arms. He held her tightly and leaned over to kiss her.
The familiar aura that she had missed for so many days instantly enveloped Sang Qianqian. She was like a fish that had lost its oxygen as she felt dizzy.
In the past, she had emphasized to Shen Hanyu more than once that kissing her in her workplace was not a good thing.
However, she could not push Shen Hanyu away this time.
