The emotional waves behind the late-night mansion, the charisma.

In the late night's mansion, the proud female president was dressed in a thin silk robe, standing alone in front of the down window, looking at her assistant, who was generally cold and distant, reaching out to help him with his tie, breathing closer to the shadow of the lights, the eyes of her assistant, staring at his chest, the air, the air, the sound of footsteps, and the quick opening of the door, and she was turning around and exchanging an inexhaustible heartbeat.