Chapter 53 Are You a Perpetual Motion Machine?
Life went on smoothly like that.
Every day after get off work, when Shang Qiuzhu opened his door, he would see Yan Shuang sitting in the same spot waiting for him.
Sometimes when he was in a good mood, he would mercifully offer a few "casual" suggestions on Yan Shuang's projects.
As time went on, Yan Shuang admired him more and more.
Sometimes, when she was deep in thought, Shangqiu Zhu would just glance at her screen as he passed by and say something like, "The boundary conditions are wrong" or "The time step is too large." Other times, when she was spreading out draft paper on the dining table to derive formulas, he would suddenly point to a line with the tip of his fork and say, "The eigenvectors are reversed."
Each time, his seemingly casual pointers hit the nail on the head.
More often than not, they were immersed in each other's body heat.
Just like now, Shangqiu Zhu came home from get off work, and his gaze fell on her nose, which was slightly wrinkled as she was thinking.
He silently walked forward and, before Yan Shuang could react, grabbed her waist.
Through the thin fabric of her pajamas, I could feel the warmth and curves of her body.
Yan Shuang's face turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. "You're back?"
"Hmm, you've run into another problem?" Shangqiu Zhu didn't immediately let go of her hand, but pointed to her notebook with her chin.
Yan Shuang nodded. "Regarding the Monte Carlo simulation, I improved it according to the method you mentioned last time, but the results are still unstable..."
He enveloped Yan Shuang in his arms, sat on the sofa behind her, and leaned over to examine her computer screen.
Yan Shuang's breathing became shallow.
"Here," Shang Qiuzhu pointed to a piece of code, his voice ringing in her ear, "There's a problem with your random number generator settings." He tapped a few keys on the keyboard, modifying a few lines of code. "Try it now."
Yan Shuang pressed the run button, and the model quickly gave a perfect result.
She turned around excitedly, her lips brushing against Shangqiu Zhu's chin.
Yan Shuang's eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly.
Shangqiu Zhu's eyes darkened.
He reached out and cupped the back of her head, then kissed her without hesitation.
Yan Shuang's notebook slipped off her lap, and Shang Qiuzhu's tongue pried open her lips and teeth.
“Mr. Shang… code…” Yan Shuang protested softly during his pause for breath, but her voice was already incredibly weak.
"We'll see tomorrow." Shangqiu Zhu hugged her tightly, feeling her trembling slightly in his arms.
He scooped her up in his arms, kicking the laptop aside, the financial model on the screen still running silently.
On the way from the living room to the bedroom, Yan Shuang's cherry-pink nightgown had somehow fallen to the floor.
She was gently placed on the soft bed, the dark sheets making her snow-white skin appear even more striking.
Shangqiu Zhu's tall body then loomed over her, completely enveloping her in shadow.
The kisses traveled downwards.
His movements were urgent and possessive.
Yan Shuang leaned against Shang Qiu Zhu Guang's bare chest, almost half asleep, her whole body limp and powerless, too lazy to even move her fingertips.
In her hazy state of consciousness, she could feel his calloused fingers patiently kneading and creating delicate foam to wash away the stickiness from her body.
The sound of flowing water was gentle and soft, and she leaned against his body lazily, like a cat that had been pampered to the extreme.
After rinsing her clean, Shangqiu Zhu turned off the water, grabbed a large, soft bath towel, wrapped her up tightly, and then picked her up horizontally.
Yan Shuang hugged his neck and closed her eyes in relief.
She was gently placed back on the huge floating bed, and Shangqiu Zhu immediately lay down, pulled her into his arms, and warmed her with his body heat.
He pulled the down comforter over them, adjusted his position to make her more comfortable, and held her close in his arms.
Yan Shuang leaned against his chest, her consciousness completely sinking into the warmth and rhythm of his embrace, drifting into a deep, sweet dream.
Outside the window, the lights of Los Angeles, the city that never sleeps, still shine as brightly as a galaxy, flowing silently through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Shangqiu Zhu did not look out the window at the bustling scenery he usually admired.
He lowered his head, his deep gaze falling on the face of the girl who was already fast asleep in his arms.
Her breathing was even, her cheeks still flushed from the bath, and her lips were unconsciously pouting slightly, making her look completely unguarded, even a little childlike and soft.
He watched quietly, and the usually furrowed brows of his stern face had somehow softened.
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