Nhân viên văn phòng đụ nụ hôn của người manger của anh ấy

Beneath a sky brushed with soft pinks and golds, where the fading light of day kissed the horizon, she stood beside him. The gentle breeze, carrying the scent of jasmine and sea salt, intertwined with the warmth of his presence. As their fingers slowly entwined, it felt as if the world paused for just a moment, the air heavy with unspoken promises. Her gaze met his, and in that tender exchange, time seemed irrelevant. The universe, vast and infinite, shrank to the intimate space between them, where only their hearts mattered—beating as one, pulsing with the quiet, undeniable rhythm of love.