Do You Want It?

After a few simple sentences, the office fell silent.

Bo Jinchuan scanned the document and frowned.

"Aren't you tired of standing? Go sit on the sofa for a while."

Shen Fanxing didn't move. "Do you have much work to do?"

"Not bad."

"…" So was it a lot or not?

Shen Fanxing stood rooted to the ground, her hands still on Bo Jing's shoulders. She didn't continue massaging him.

There was another silence in the office.

It was fine if the silence lasted for a short while, but once it lasted for a long time, she felt that something was amiss.

It was as though there was a sense of ambiguity in the air in the office. It was hazy, as though there was a thin veil between them.

The expensive pen in Bo Jinchuan's hand paused before he looked up at Shen Fanxing.

Sensing the man's actions and gaze, Shen Fanxing lowered her head to look at him. Her lips twitched slightly.

"What's the matter?"