Counterattack

While the internet was abuzz, He Miao and Jing Yan were resting on lounge chairs in his office.

The sun outside was just right. It gently shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled evenly on the two of them. It was warm and particularly comfortable.

Jing Yan held her in one hand and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue in the other. Seeing the person in his arms move restlessly, he quickly stopped and even breathed softly.

When He Miao opened her eyes, she saw Jing Yan staring at her with his head lowered. "What time is it? Did I sleep for a long time?"

"Not long, only two hours." Jing Yan helped her sit up and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. "Did you rest well?" he asked. "Do you want to lie down for a while?"

"No, I don't." He Miao shook her head. She picked up her phone and opened the messages that Xu Meng had sent her anxiously. When she saw the link to the trending searches, she clicked on it.