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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nWhen she locked the door, Lin Qian felt a little guilty. Then she asked herself, What for? At most the two would exchange a few hugs and kisses.

nBut maybe he…

nThe corners of her mouth raised slightly.

nWhenever the workload became a little lighter, Jiang Yuan was immediately told to invite her to the office to keep him company, in the name of the job.

nEven just being around him counted as a rare pleasure.

nThe night was quiet.

nSitting on the couch, Li Zhicheng stared down at the documents with concentration in his eyes, appearing calm.

nAlthough Lin Qian kept him company, she didn’t want to interrupt him too much. She was just beside him, constantly refilling his water, and tidying up the files.

nOccasionally she would look at the side of his sullen face, stare at his hands on the table, and she would have the urge to kiss him. But of course, she held herself back.

nAlong with Li Zhicheng’s great concentration, he would become hyper-focused on work. Lin Qian was fond of his determination, but also felt a bit annoyed.

nLin Qian had never been a workaholic. Since she was taking a break from work, she was not going to do anything work-related. Having stayed with him for a while, she was getting bored, so she took out her phone.

nSoon it became 11:00 pm. Lin Qian yawned.

nLi Zhicheng, who had his head down, noticed.

nHe looked up at her. “Sleepy?” Then he put down the files and got up. “Let me take you home.”

nJust when Lin Qian was about to say yes, she looked at him and rolled her eyes. “No,” she said. “Thought we agreed I’d to keep you company. I’ll just rest on the couch.”

nI’m not going home.

nI just want to be with you.

nNaturally, Li Zhicheng knew what she was thinking. After a brief silence, he picked up a cushion from the couch and put it on the arm of the couch. He then took off his suit jacket from the coat rack and handed it to her. “Cover yourself with this.”

n“Sure.” Lin Qian laid down on the couch, pleased. The male jacket was very large, covering most of her.

nMeanwhile, Li Zhicheng moved the laptop from the table. It seemed he was going to sit on the single couch and leave the bigger one to her. Without any thought, Lin Qian quickly sat up and grabbed his arm. “No. Just sit here with me.”

nLi Zhicheng looked up at her.

nHe put down the laptop, and went back to sit where he was. There was a faint hint of a smile in his eyes.

nLin Qian’s legs lightly touched his back from behind: intimate and sweet. Playfully, her legs kept rubbing him, over and over again.

nAlthough Li Zhicheng was focused on his work, with a beauty by his side his night was smooth and pleasant. But the bursts of touch and friction between his back and waist created ripples in his heart.

nHe turned to look at her.

nCompletely buried in his suit, Lin Qian only had her face sticking out. With her big clear eyes blinking, she asked softly, “How much longer are you working for?”

nLi Zhicheng could feel his breath pause a little.

nStaring at her sparkling eyes with a hint of anticipation, and those pale slender fingers of hers wrapped around his suit, Li Zhicheng felt a certain tender, soft breath coming out of her hair and fingertips and reaching his heart.

nHe knew he finally understood what it meant to be tangled in softness.

nHe was surprised that even he, Li Zhicheng, had this coming too. Despite the work piling up like a mountain, and his strong-as-iron determination, he was profoundly affected by her soft eyes.

nHe put down the files and closed the laptop.

nTaking off his shoes, he was suddenly on top of her. Hands supporting himself on both sides of her body, he stared quietly at the woman under him.

n“No more work. I’m spending some time with you.”

nAlthough Lin Qian had initiated this, it was mainly because she wanted to have some fun for herself since he acted like he didn’t care about her when there was work to do.

nBut at the moment, seeing he had really left his job to kiss her, she felt her cheeks become a little hot. Feeling slightly apologetic, she said, “Have you finished your work already? Maybe you should—”

nLi Zhicheng had already lowered his head, sealing her lips.

nA while later, lying in his arms, Lin Qian’s hair and clothes looked a little messy.

nAlthough the couch was fairly spacious, it couldn’t accommodate two people lying side by side. So with Li Zhicheng lying flat, she lounged on the inside, leaving most of her weight on him.

n“Am I heavy?” she whispered.

nLi Zhicheng put a hand behind her head and the other clutched her waist. He looked down at her. “Nope. How bad could it be?”

nWomen loved comments like that. Lin Qian smiled in his arms, her finger making circles on his chest through the shirt.

n“To be honest, I’ve been feeling a little down lately, and I thought you didn’t care about me that much…” She looked up at him.

nOnly to find that his head faced down. Instead of gazing at her face, he was gazing at…

nThey made eye contact. Lin Qian followed his gaze and looked down at the slightly-open collar of her shirt: her soft pale breasts were clearly visible. Thanks to her prone position, the deep groove in the middle of them was particularly noticeable.

nLin Qian had not at all expected that was why he was being silent. Her face suddenly turned red. A hand reached upwards to push against his face. “Don’t look…”

nEven before she had finished, her heart suddenly did a flip, and the left side of her chest felt heavy.

nHis hands had already laid on top.

nStunned, Lin Qian stared at him.

nHe also stared back at her.

n“You don’t think I care much about you?” he asked in a low, slightly-husky voice.

nLin Qian moved her lips, but no sound came out.

n“I do care about you,” he whispered, leaning down again and kissing her. And that hand, wrapped around the side of her plump breast, rubbed gently.

nLin Qian felt like her entire heart was about to melt with his short reply. With both her hands clutching his collar against his silent tenseness, she closed her eyes, breathing slowly.

nHe was also gradually increasing the strength in his hand; Lin Qian was starting to feel the heat through her entire body.

nAnd soon, this type of contact would no longer satisfy him.

nLin Qian could feel his hand on her chest suddenly withdraw. He stopped kissing.

nLin Qian opened her eyes, looking at him.

nHis facial expressions remained the same.

nThen Lin Qian saw his hands unbuttoning her shirt.

nHer face was getting hotter and hotter. She even started to feel heat and dizziness in her eyes.

nUnconsciously, she grabbed his hands and said, “What are you doing? This is your office.” She had meant it as a protest, but her voice was quenched in honey, extremely soft.

nLi Zhicheng pressed her entire body into the couch. He looked down at her. “This is my woman.”

nLin Qian was shocked.

nSeeing that she was flushed with redness, but pulling on his hands to make them stop, Li Zhicheng stared at her and whispered, “Don’t you want me to kiss you?”

nLin Qian’s face almost began to drip blood. Only one thing went through her mind: Damn it! Why ask? How am I going to respond to this?

nHowever, somehow she became emboldened. “Not unless I kiss you first!”

nShe was surprised that it came out of her mouth.

nLi Zhicheng looked amazed too. But he quickly adapted to the initiative of his woman, a smile flashing in his eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his chest. “Hmm, fair enough.”

nWarm air blew through the silent room.

nHis short hair had become very messy. His desire tightly pressed against her body. He stared at her with his pitch-black eyes. And his hand, clutching hers, fell on the first button of his shirt.

nLin Qian could feel her dry throat. Her face was sizzling hot, and so were her head and hands. And her thigh, quietly pressed against his member, was even hotter.

nShe slowly undid his first button.

nHe stared at her face motionlessly with the willing eyes of prey.

nThe second one was unbuttoned.

nHis chest was exposed, flat, well-proportioned, and strong.

nThen the third and fourth.

nHis shirt was open, a strong and attractive body in full view. His burning gaze was unusually deep.

nLin Qian gently bit her lower lip.

nWomen usually placed love above sex. At this moment, with her body touching his, Lin Qian forgot about her comment to “kiss him first.” She hadn’t thought about how her comments and actions could affect a man.

nShe stared at the beautiful chest of the man she loved and instantly felt the emotion filling her heart.

nI like him, I really do. I want to have him every second.

nDriven by this thought, she slowly reached out and grabbed his waist. She gently pressed her face to his bare chest.

n“Li Zhicheng, I like you.”

nLi Zhicheng went still for a moment.

nLooking down, he saw Lin Qian’s closed eyes. She had pressed her cheek to his chest with a pleased look. The warmth exhaled from her petite nose, and her soft strands of hair, both brushed his chest. It felt like tens of thousands of feathers, exploring the expanse of his body for the greatest desire.

nWhen he rolled over, he pressed her down. Lowering his head to seal her lips, he effortlessly found the buttons on her shirt, and easily undid them one by one.

nWhen the phone rang, it was like a flash of lightning, waking up the two indulging lovers.

nIt also seemed to kill the steamy silence in the room.

nLi Zhicheng paused. He then made eye contact with her and got up. At the same time he pulled his suit jacket over her, covering up her delicate body. He then sat down by the couch and reached for the phone on the table.

nLin Qian’s skin burned hotter than a fire. From her forehead to her neck and to her waist, there was still a soft, moist numbness. It made her feel as though she had just woken up from a long dream.

nShe grabbed his jacket, trying to keep her breasts covered while sitting up. She realized that even as Li Zhicheng answered the phone call, one of his hands still lingered on her, pressing on his jacket to completely cover her body.

nThe body that belonged to him.

nThe thoughtful gesture made Lin Qian feel a sweetness in her heart. Quietly lying under his suit, she watched his flushed, handsome face. His shirt was still open, and he sat very rigidly. His lust seemed to be lingering. It made Lin Qian’s heart swell.

nSoon he hung up and turned to look at her.

n“I’m heading to the workshop.”

n“Okay.”

nOnce again, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. “Button up your shirt. I’ll be back once I’m done.”

n“Okay.”

nSeeing her acting so obedient, Li Zhicheng stared at her for a moment and started to slowly laugh.

nIt had never occurred to him that he could explore her body at such a place. He was disappointed by the interruption. However, the fact that he had been able to get so far with her could be considered a blessing.

nHe rubbed her head, pulled himself together, got up and left.

nLin Qian waved to him. When the door shut, she turned her head and buried her face in his suit, her mind wandering around.

nHmm… how’s he going to cool down without a cold shower?

n…

nBy the time Lin Qian woke up, it was morning and bright.

nThe soft yellow sunlight shined through blinds, illuminating her face.

nThe sunlight also gathered on the man’s face; he lied next to her.

nLin Qian looked up at him.

nShe didn’t know when he had returned. Like his previous sweet gesture, he fell asleep on the couch with the suit covering the two of them. His handsome face was like a sleeping sculpture in the morning light; his large arm was still firmly wrapped around her waist.

nLin Qian stared at him quietly for a moment, then returned to his arms and closed her eyes.

n…

nAfter a fortnight, Aito, an exclusive urban utility bag brand of Aida, officially began its production.

nThe domestic bag industry had broken out of its winter slump. A fireless battlefield was finally rekindled to a raging fire.

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