The inescapable choice of a scoundrel makes the story change.

The light was dark in her office, and the way she was sitting in her bed was in contrast to the cold image, and after working late at night, he was suddenly close, with her long fingers fixing her collar, slow, but bold, and she was breathing a little bit, but she didn't shy away, and she looked at him with a little bit of provocation, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and her hands were holding his sleeve unconsciously, and the window was raining, and the atmosphere inside. She whispered to him if he'd been found, and he just smiled and didn't say a word, and he put his hand back on her back, and brought her closer, and the relationship was completely out of control at this moment.