A soft lie.

In the late night's office, there was only one lamp left in her office, which was the firm's coldest female supervisor, with a slightly open shirt collar on the back of her chair, a new assistant, standing behind her, rubbing her shoulder neck, and her fingers around her neck, and her tiny side of her breath just got heavy, and she turned around to hold his tie close to him, and her lips almost reached his ear, and she whispered, "Don't leave tonight." Her waist pulls her into her arms, and her eyes sparkle with a dangerous excitement, and the neon out of the window is on their faces, and the relationship is completely out of control at this moment, the soft lies, the contrasting story of urban emotion makes ordinary daily warmth.