White deer.

The white deer, at the late night's office, sorted out her frightful job appearances, and the director, who suddenly pushed the door and looked at her eyes from her neck, the air was so tight, she didn't hide, she pushed the documents to the table, leaned near her lips, smiled down, asked for overtime, the tip of her fingertips stopped on the keyboard, pointed white, and suddenly stretched out his hand to get her straight collar, breathed almost to her ear, the white man's heart beats faster, but she looked back at her lips.