The door creaked open.
The woman leaning against the wall inside lifted her head.
Sheng Miao had been hiding behind Mo Shiche, too afraid to move, but when she saw the person inside, her eyes widened in shock, "Sheng... Sheng Tang?"
Luo Qiangwei, dressed in a beautiful floral long dress, with her curly deep tea-colored wavy hair draped over her, looked charming and gorgeous. She even had one hand up against the door, clearly the one who had made the thumping noise.
Hearing Sheng Miao's words, Luo Qiangwei straightened up, and said lazily, "Isn't this President Mo? What are you doing in the ladies' restroom... Hmm."
Before she could finish, the man who had been standing still suddenly strode over, stretching out his hand to pull Luo Qiangwei tightly into his embrace.
Without hesitation, almost instinctively, he bent down and kissed her lips.
He pried open her lips, eagerly and forcefully drawing in her presence.
