Special engagements, re-opening journeys to test mutual trust.

In the penthouse of the late-night hotel, the cold-looking lady boss changed to a white lair, leaning in front of the window, looking directly into her subordinate's eyes, and she took the initiative to close her eyes, to his fingertips, to wrap his collar, to breathe close to his ears, to breathe in the dark air, to warm in his ears, to stand in the air, to close his body, to spill light on the window, to the room, and suddenly she grabbed his wrists, and she pressed her voice to ask if she wanted to stay tonight, with a voice that had never been so gentle and ordered, that his heart beats out, his eyes blinked, and her body didn't leave.