Night Shift Security Guard Meets Drunk Female CEO

At one forty in the morning, a woman came down from the elevator on the 28th floor. One of the high-heeled shoes was broken, and she stepped on the cold marble with one bare foot. The other heel was still holding on stubbornly, and her whole body swayed forward. The dark green cheongsam had a slit that originally reached her knees, but now it was split up to her thighs. Half of her bun was loosened, and a few strands hung down on her sweaty neck, sticking to her collarbone. No makeup. The lipstick is still a complete dark red. But those eyes were sluggish due to being drunk, but there was a sober ruthlessness beneath them. She held on to the pillar and slid down. I went over to help her, and she fell into my arms. Very light. It's also very hot. The end of her hair swept across my chin, and the smell of alcohol mixed with her fragrance went straight into my collar. Through the thin layer of almost non-existent cheongsam material, I could feel her heartbeat - too fast to be like a drunk person. She raised her face, glanced at my cocoon and my right shoulder, which was half an inch lower than my left shoulder, and suddenly smiled: "Can you fight?" Elevator No. 2 Arrived with a ding. Three men in suits came out. The leader had his right hand in his inner pocket. The moment I pressed her behind me, she grabbed my waistband - her cold hands touched my back through my shirt and slid all the way down. I'm just a night guard who came back from the army to look after the building. She is the woman in this building whose name I dare not even ask. After that night, her car was parked in the basement on time every morning - parked under the broken light in front of my sentry post.