Chapter 29 is really not working.
After finally finishing, Yan Shuang wanted to go home, but Shang Qiu Zhu carried her to the bed.
She instinctively tried to struggle, but his lips pressed against her neck, his tongue gently tracing the skin that Liu Yuanshan had rubbed red, as if he wanted to cover up someone else's mark with his own.
Yan Shuang's toes curled up, and her stockings slipped on the silk sheets.
Shangqiu Zhu had only taken off his trousers, and was now unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His abs, shaped like chocolate chips, rose and fell with his breath, revealing distinct mermaid-like lines.
Yan Shuang suddenly felt her mouth and throat were dry.
She resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't escape anyway, so she could only adjust her mindset.
After all, sleeping with such a top-notch woman doesn't seem like a bad deal, does it?
Countless women dream of sleeping with this man...
......
As the afterglow gradually faded, Shangqiu Zhu held her in his arms, gently stroking her back.
"...I have to go to work tomorrow," Yan Shuang said sullenly, her face still buried in his chest.
The scent of sandalwood mixed with the musk of their lovemaking kept filling my nostrils, and a vibration from a chest above me said, "You're allowed to be two hours late."
Yan Shuang rolled her eyes.
Sure enough, it was still that autocratic and dictatorial CEO.
......
At 3:17 a.m., Yan Shuang's body seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled, every inch of her skin soaked in sweat and something else.
Shangqiu Zhu's chest pressed against her back, one hand still possessively wrapped around her waist, the heat burning through their skin.
"No more...really, I can't take it anymore..."
Shangqiu Zhu responded by biting the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, causing Yan Shuang to gasp.
She was completely exposed to his control.
“That’s not what you just said.”
He deliberately misinterpreted her broken "I want more" from half an hour ago, and now it became an excuse to torment her.
This was the fourth time. Yan Shuang's consciousness began to drift. For a moment, she seemed to return to the banquet last night, with Liu Yuanshan's hand on her thigh and Shang Qiuzhu watching coldly.
She briefly lost consciousness, or perhaps just fell asleep, and when she regained consciousness, she was being carried into the bathroom.
Shangqiu Zhu's arms were as steady as if she had never experienced five hours of intense exercise, while she slumped helplessly in his arms.
Yan Shuang flinched the moment the warm water was poured over her. She looked at him through the steam; his usually cold face was now vividly illuminated by the heat, and his wet black hair hung down over his forehead.
"Lift your leg," he commanded, holding a bath sponge in his hand.
Yan Shuang shook her head, resting her forehead against his chest: "Tired..."
She felt Shangqiu Zhu's chest vibrate slightly. Was he laughing?
Before I could even see clearly, I was picked up horizontally and carried in my arms.
Back in the bedroom, Yan Shuang clutched her pillow and immediately fell into a coma.
Shangqiu bamboo has awakened.
He always wakes up at 5:30 sharp, without needing an alarm clock; his biological clock is more accurate than a Swiss watch.
Today is a little different.
The weight in his arms made him look down.
Yan Shuang was fast asleep in his arms. Her lips, which she usually kept pursed, were slightly parted, and her warm breath brushed against his chest.
Shangqiu Zhu pulled his arm away, and Yan Shuang grumbled, burying her face in the pillow he had just left, revealing a section of her fair back.
A few pink marks dotted the surface, fragmented flashbacks of last night's memories: Yan Shuang straddling his lap and tugging at his tie; her defiant whispering in his ear, "President Shang is nothing special"; and finally, the contrast of her soft sobs as she curled up in his arms.
The digital clock by the bedside jumped to 6:00, time to exercise.
As Shangqiu Zhu got up and took out her sportswear from the wardrobe, her gaze swept over the clothes scattered on the floor.
His tie and her underwear were tangled together, with black lace hanging from the corner of the bed.
Yan Shuang turned over in her sleep, and the blanket slipped down to her waist.
Shangqiu Zhu's gaze lingered on her bare back for a moment.
Because he was in a good mood, he bent down to pick up the blanket, mercifully covered her up again, and then left the room.
An hour later, Shangqiu Zhujian, still damp from his shower, opened the bedroom door to find the blankets on the bed completely still.
The intense workout at the gym had made his muscles slightly hot; a towel was casually draped around his neck, and water was still dripping from his hair.
He walked to the bedside and looked down at Yan Shuang.
She was buried in the blanket, with only a tuft of hair sticking up.
He reached out and tugged at the corner of the blanket, but she remained motionless.
Did this woman roll herself up like a spring roll?
"Get up." He patted the quilt.
A muffled murmur came from under the covers, sounding like "go to hell."
Shangqiu Zhu raised an eyebrow and directly lifted a corner of the quilt.
Yan Shuang immediately curled up like a startled octopus, her long hair covering her face.
"Coffee," he commanded succinctly, nudging her knee with his knee. "Now."
Yan Shuang sprang up reflexively, her eyes still closed, but her body was already swaying as she moved toward the edge of the bed.
Shangqiu Zhu watched her sleepwalking state with great interest. She could actually walk with her eyes closed?
After taking three steps, Yan Shuang suddenly froze.
She slowly lowered her head, looked at her naked body, and then slowly turned her head to look at Shangqiu Zhu, her eyes wide open, as if she had suddenly realized some terrible truth.
"ah--!"
With a short scream, Yan Shuang sprinted back to bed at top speed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her flushed face showing: "You, you, you!"
Shangqiu Zhu stood by the bed with his arms crossed: "What about me?"
"I'm not wearing any clothes!" Yan Shuang's voice was muffled by the blanket.
"So?" Shangqiu Zhu found it amusing. "Last night you also..."
"Don't say that!" Yan Shuang stretched a hand out from under the covers and waved it wildly, as if trying to dispel some unclean thoughts. "That's different!"
Shangqiu Zhu couldn't understand what was going on in this woman's head. She had done everything she should and shouldn't have done, yet now she was acting shy.
He casually grabbed a light gray shirt he was going to change into, turned around, and threw it at Yan Shuang's head.
"Hurry up." He turned his back to adjust his tie. "Go make some coffee."
Behind her came the rustling sound of fabric, interspersed with Yan Shuang's soft muttering: "Tyrant... Zhou Bapi... He won't let anyone sleep at night and then..."
Shangqiu Zhu's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard anything, and he continued to tie his tie in front of the full-length mirror.
In the mirror, Yan Shuang was wrapped in his shirt, barefoot, trying to move silently toward the door.
When Shang Qiuzhu fastened his cufflinks and entered the restaurant, Yan Shuang was standing in front of the coffee machine with her back to him.
His shirt was at least two sizes too big for her, the hem just covering her pert buttocks, which were glimpsed as she moved.
The sleeves were too long, so she had to roll them up several times.
He stopped in his tracks.
Her black hair, which was usually tied up, was now loosely hanging over her shoulders. Without high heels, she looked half a head shorter than usual, and the collar of her shirt was askew to one side.
The coffee machine made a gurgling sound, and the aroma filled the air.
Yan Shuang stretched, causing the hem of her shirt to rise. Shang Qiuzhu looked away and walked towards the dining table.
"No milk, no sugar, right?" Yan Shuang asked without turning her head, her voice still nasal from sleepiness.
Shangqiu Zhu hummed in agreement and opened her tablet to check her schedule for the day.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her moving around in the kitchen, the way she tiptoed to get a cup, the way she rubbed her eyes, and her slightly pouting lips because she was sleepy.
A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of him.
Yan Shuang's eyelids drooped: "Try it..."
Shangqiu Zhu took a sip, but when she looked up, she found Yan Shuang slumped on the dining chair next to her, her chin resting on the table and her eyes half-closed.
"Mr. Shang..." her voice was slurred, "Could I sleep for another half hour? Please wake me up after you finish breakfast..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she staggered toward the bedroom.
......
When Lin Sheng pushed open the door to the president's office, he keenly sensed something unusual in the air.
"Good morning, Mr. Shang." Lin Sheng placed the documents on the table.
"Let's adjust today's schedule." Shang Qiuzhu sat back in her leather chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. "The supplier meeting at ten o'clock will be shortened to half an hour."
Lin Sheng quickly took notes, but couldn't help but ask, "Is it because Secretary Yan isn't here?" He regretted it as soon as he said it.
Shangqiu Zhu raised an eyebrow: "What?"
"Uh, I mean..." Lin Sheng explained, forcing a smile, "Secretary Yan usually takes the minutes for these kinds of meetings, but she's not here today, so..."
"Yan Shuang went to the Chengnan project," Shangqiu Zhu interrupted him. "She was sent there temporarily this morning."
Lin Sheng blinked. The South City Project? That proposal that was just rejected by the board last week? He resisted the urge to press further: "Should we arrange for someone to temporarily replace her?"
"No need." Shang Qiuzhu was already looking down at the documents. "Just put the ones that need to be signed here."
"Okay." Lin Sheng nodded.
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