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(1)
In the quiet hours after the office lights dimmed, the high-rise building held a secret no one else knew.
Zheng Peng was twenty-four, a junior employee who always wore a crisp white shirt, thin-framed glasses, and a black lanyard around his neck. Most people saw him as quiet, polite, and hardworking. What they never saw was the way his eyes softened whenever a certain man walked past.
That man was Tian Lei, twenty-nine, the sharp and cold marketing manager who lived in black suits. Everyone feared him. Everyone respected him. But for Zheng Peng, he was everything.
One evening, when the floors were almost empty, Tian Lei stepped into the private meeting room. Zheng Peng was still at the desk, smiling to himself as he sorted papers.
Tian Lei said nothing at first. He walked closer, placed a firm hand on Zheng Peng's waist, and leaned in until his cheek rested against the younger man's.
"You've been smiling too much today," Tian Lei murmured, voice low.
Zheng Peng tilted his head, the smile growing. "Because I knew you'd come for me."
Tian Lei closed his eyes. His other hand stayed in his pocket, but the arm around Zheng Peng's waist tightened. The scent of his cologne mixed with the clean, soft smell of Zheng Peng's shirt.
"We can't keep doing this," Zheng Peng whispered, though he made no move to pull away. "If anyone finds out..."
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