"I'm just your boss, there should be no more" - Yongjun warned himself.
When the 25-year-old Shasha walked into his design company with her youthfulness and creativity as she just entered the society, the 35-year-old Yongjun never thought that this girl with bright eyes and white teeth would make his carefully constructed wall of reason begin to loosen.
Their inspirations always collide in unison, and you can understand them all with just one look. In the office late at night, her design-focused profile made him stop; when she showed off her creativity, the twinkling light in her eyes made him intoxicated. Every unintentional touch flows through the body like electricity.
Sasha noticed that there were emotions in his eyes that she couldn't understand, those jokes made just for her, those deliberate distances, those cares that went beyond the duties... Is this an illusion, or the truth that she didn't dare to admit?
When the design draft becomes a password to hide your thoughts, when the creative meeting becomes a battlefield to test your heart, how will this undercurrent of emotional tug-of-war end?
Intention: When the design draft becomes a password to hide your thoughts, when the creative meeting becomes a battlefield to test your mind
