He pinched one of the shirt buttons covered by the collar stand, the copper button swaying precariously as he moved. His tone seemed genuinely curious: "I'm not wearing a tie today."
"Do you want a tie? Clothes? Or something else?"
He tossed out this remark and then walked away briskly: "Snap out of it. Let's discuss the business trip next week."
Qi Sui sat up straight abruptly. The waves in her heart crashed relentlessly against the rocks, embarrassing her to no end.
But then she suddenly remembered—
A long time ago, she had seen a video series online about men's workplace attire, which indeed mentioned such a thing.
Marathon runners experience intense friction in various parts of their bodies during long runs. Unlike female athletes, who have stable protective gear, men often end up bleeding after races.
So the market introduced a special sport nipple patch for men. These patches, more like small breathable bandages than underwear, protect the chest from severe wear during exercise.
Qi Sui opened her laptop, pen in hand, nearly mechanically recording what LEO said. She wrote down everything, even his verbal tics.
Strange.
This was too strange.
Why was she staring at his chest?
Why did she care whether he wore nipple patches under his shirt?
What did any of this have to do with her?
If she had to find fault with LEO, it was that his clothes were too beautiful and he was too subtly sensual.
In her marriage to Qian Jin, Qi Sui had never thought about such things, nor had she desired to understand the mysteries of the human body. But somehow, just as this marriage was about to end, she suddenly developed an immense interest in the human shell.
Was it a problem with the person or with her mindset?
Could it be that, precisely because divorce was imminent, she had become interested in this distorted, immoral feeling?
Tsk.
She gritted her teeth inwardly.
More than half of the human brain is controlled by hormones.
But calling LEO a peacock, thinking he was seducing her, wanting to lift his shirt—was that also controlled by hormones?
This was too arrogant.
Arrogant to the point of being shameful.
But when Qi Sui looked up again, LEO pushed his glasses up, the gold frames resting on his nose bridge. He lowered his head, revealing a pair of beautifully shaped eyes, like a peacock displaying its tail.
Then he lowered his head again, and Qi Sui noticed the top button of his shirt had come undone at some point, revealing most of his straight collarbone.
She began to hesitate again.
Could it be that LEO was too... slutty?
The scene was so vivid that Qi Sui felt she could snap her fingers and land an amazing man.
The next second, she closed her eyes in pain.
She thought she must be crazy. Such rebellious thoughts only grew more confident the more she entertained them.