"Is it so bad to go back? We could go to and from work together every day, isn't that great."
In Duan Xingzhi's eyes, commuting with his lover, cooking together, sleeping together, then waking up together the next morning—that was his ideal life!
Bai Zhi's eyelids twitched and she finally raised her head to look at him. "We go to and from work together, then still have to be together at night. You wouldn't get sick of me?"
"I wouldn't."
"But I would."
Bai Zhi sounded unusually firm, but she didn't want to make Duan Xingzhi angry. She immediately smiled, pinched his strong, chiselled chin, and said, "Alright, alright, isn't what we have now pretty good already? Besides, people at your company can't possibly not find out about us. If I go back now, who knows what they'll say about me behind my back. I wouldn't be able to get along with them, right?"
"What else could they say besides envy you? If you come back you can still be my secretary, hmm?"
