A Thousand Mountains and Evening Snow: Searching for Love and Leaving Traces

"Husband!" I fell in love with a certain man who was typing on the keyboard in the study.

"Say." He glanced at me and continued with his work.

"Our boss abused me." I sat on his lap, rubbed into his arms, and blinked at him.

"Oh?" A certain man began to pay attention, and leaned back on the armchair, waiting for my next words.

"Our boss always takes advantage of working hours to 'trick' me, and from time to time abducts me out to do off-hours labor." My claws slowly climbed up the man's shirt.

"Really! Then, as your husband, I'm going to have a serious fight with your boss." After he finished speaking, he lifted me up to the desk and pressed me up.

"Wait a minute." I used my hand to block his big hand wandering on my chest, "You said to compete, what exactly is it?"

"Isn't it already started!" Then came the man's fiery attack.

When I lay weakly in his arms, I realized that I was planted in his hands again. I originally wanted him to refrain from provocative behavior in the office. Who knows, my husband, the boss played too much, and his so-called contest actually That's what it means, it really is a beast.I had no choice but to lie in his arms and continue to pretend to be dead. Stealing chickens is not enough to lose money!

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