C98 Garbage thrown away

Returning back to the company, because Huang Xing had to work overtime last night, he couldn't hide his sleepiness, so he slept on the table for a bit.

Fu Zhenxin was standing in front of the window, peeking out. One hand habitually gripped the seams of his buttocks, the other held the cup, occasionally taking a sip of water. Her back had a different sort of sexiness to it