Si Jin turned her head away and teased him deliberately, "There's still work to be done."
Qu Linyuan became a little anxious: "I'm also...working!"
Her earlobes were bright red, yet she struggled to string her words together.
"I am your...master author, you create...inspiration for me, and also...work."
Si Jin struggled to place her hands in front of her, bit off the tie that bound her, and waved her wrists, which were slightly red, in front of Qu Linyuan.
Her voice held a hint of seduction: "It hurts a little, what should I do?"
Qu Linyuan didn't speak, but lowered his head and gently kissed the wrist that he had left red marks on, with a serious and tender expression.
Si Jin smiled, took the opportunity to wrap her tie around Qu Linyuan's neck, pulled him close, and whispered her exposé.
"Ah Yuan, actually, from the moment you asked if it was okay, I had no room to refuse, right?"
Qu Linyuan nodded sheepishly, then stubbornly said, "If you leave... I'll... stop updating..."
"Oh~ What a heavy threat, my... little Ayuan."
Qu Linyuan was startled, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought—
Jinjin didn't call the great author "the author," but rather called him by his name.
Therefore, Jinjin is willing.
Even setting aside our work relationship, I'm willing to be treated this way by him.
Jinjin also... likes him!
Once he understood this, ecstasy overwhelmed him like a storm, filling his entire being.
So he lowered his head and kissed Si Jin again without stopping.
Si Jin closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers with Qu Linyuan's.
Their breaths gradually mingled.
At one moment...
Si Jin's phone rang again at an inopportune moment.
He made room and glanced to the side.
If it were work, it wouldn't be a problem, but it was Qu Jing calling, so I couldn't just ignore it.
Si Jin moved slightly, signaling Qu Linyuan to let go of him: "It's your mother."
Qu Linyuan refused to let her go, holding both of Si Jin's hands with one hand, freeing up one hand to press the green call button.
Qu Jing's voice came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Jinjin, someone delivered a few pounds of cherries today. I think they're great. I'll bring you some tomorrow, okay?"
"Hmm...okay..."
Si Jin gritted her teeth and replied, trying her best to make her voice sound normal.
At first, Qu Jing didn't notice anything unusual and continued to ask, "I heard you've gone back to the company. Young people shouldn't work too hard; they need to rest properly."
"Yes, thank you...Mr. Qu."
"Also, I saw that Yu Simiao caused trouble at our company and even tried to post the video online to incite the public to criticize you. I'll just calm things down while I'm at it, so you don't need to worry about it. Someone like her can't cause any trouble with me."
"Thank you, Aunt Qu... Ah... Aunt Qu!"
As soon as she uttered those words, Si Jin's voice trembled noticeably, and her breathing quickened.
The way they addressed each other seemed to have been deliberately changed to cover something up.
After replying, he immediately glared fiercely at the disobedient Little Milk Abyss, signaling him not to go too far.
Across from her, Qu Jing finally noticed something was wrong. After a pause, she cautiously asked, "Jingjing, are you busy?"
Just as Si Jin was about to say "not busy," Qu Linyuan interrupted her, saying, "Busy."
"He's busy." Perhaps afraid that Qu Jing wouldn't believe him, Qu Linyuan emphasized again: "Mom, don't... call again."
He immediately ended the call and focused intently on his top editor.
The smile at the corners of his mouth was extremely beautiful, and every now and then he would kiss away two of Si Jin's tears.
Gentle yet unrestrained.
… …
Meanwhile, Qu Jing listened to the "beep beep" sound of the call ending and was stunned for a long time before she reacted.
Her face flushed slightly, and she murmured softly, "My God, my son is so accomplished."
She always thought that Grandma's snoring Xiaoyuan was... the passive one...
From this perspective, 100 million is too little.
I'll have to give Jinjin a bigger boost later.
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