No matter how much the woman screamed, the man showed no mercy. Each thrust seemed to crush her, becoming faster and fiercer.
Wen Wan was tormented all night long. At first, she called out Gu Yang's name, but by the end, she was truly exhausted and surrendered, wrapping her arms around the man's neck and rubbing against him like a kitten, feigning affection: "Siluo, Siluo."
The man, provoked by the woman's constant calls, quickly surrendered too, biting her earlobe and cursing: "Little temptress!"
Afterwards, the man didn't leave. Perhaps tired and weary, he held the woman and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when Mo Siluo left, Wen Wan yawned, barely managing to lift her heavy eyelids, and muttered, "About what I mentioned last night…"
"Come to the office next Monday," Mo Siluo glanced at her and replied.
"What position?" The woman slowly turned and climbed up, staring at the man, yawning again.
"A menial worker!"
