At the graduation dinner, I got drunk, got into the CEO's car by mistake, and vomited all over him.
When I woke up, I was lying on his bed, wearing his shirt.
I handed over my resignation letter and dry cleaning fee at the speed of light and prepared to run away. But he blocked me in front of his desk and slowly untied his tie:
"You want to run away after getting it dirty? I'll give you two options - pay for a set of high-end clothes from me, or pay for yourself."
I thought he was serious and chose the first one with trepidation.
But he smiled and pulled me into his arms:
"Su Niannian, am I short of the dry cleaning fee? It's you who am short of money."
The nine-year age difference began with an embarrassing accident and ended...
Finally he pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, bit his ear and said:
"Don't go back to the dormitory tonight."
