Do you want to give me a stamp on the correct way to deal with possessiveness?
Shirt, trousers, shirt clip.
Socks, leather shoes, suit jacket.
When I was changing clothes, the assistant stood with his back to me, as if he was being punished.
"Okay."
He turned around when he heard my voice, "Boss, the driver is waiting for you outside, do you want to go home or to work?"
He was as calm as ever, even his smile looked as if it was drawn with a protractor.
Very calm.
It was strangely calm.
Compared to usual, although the assistant doesn't have many expressions, he will only be regarded as "extremely cunning", instead of like now, where he can't feel the breath of a living person and is like a robot that can only run according to a set program.
What's going on?
Was he scared by the fact that I was kidnapped?
It should not just be about this matter.
"Go home first."
"Okay, President."
I squinted my eyes and looked at the assistant's profile, and what I remembered was the emotions hidden in his eyes when he uncuffed my shackles just now.
This wasn't the first time I'd gotten a glimpse of his true thoughts behind the mask, but it was the most recent one.
The emotions surging in his eyes were like a huge net covering the sky and the sun, rushing towards me, but before swallowing me up, he completely restrained them.
When I look up again, he is my reliable, calm and ever-smiling all-purpose assistant.
Compared to Chen Jiao's superficial intimidation and threats, the assistant is much more dangerous than him.
If the assistant wants to lock me up, it will probably take some effort for me to break free.
But so what?
I felt happier than ever before.
Possessiveness is a by-product of love.
Desire is like a flood, it is better to drain it than to block it.
The abnormal possessiveness is a response to the lack of security, and indirectly reflects my dereliction of duty as a lover.
I wanted to give my assistant the utmost respect and wait for him to tell me everything when he wanted to.
Now that I think about it, the assistant who is used to shouldering everything and suppressing all emotions may not need waiting, but a sharp blade to break through his defense.
I should be.
I am.
I tapped my smart brain and issued an order to secretly search my assistant's past.
He looked up and met the assistant's gaze.
He has been watching me.
But he himself didn't realize it.
So the moment his eyes met mine, his pupils dilated slightly.
But he was extremely calm, smiling as frankly as every time I gave him a task, "Boss, is there anything I can do for you?"
I leaned against the wall and looked at him. He didn't look away or flinch, and just let me look at him.
I suddenly smiled.
"There is something I need you to do before you go home."
"Only you can do it."
I slowly and methodically unbuttoned the buttons on my collar one by one, and pulled open the collar with one hand, revealing my neck and a small part of my collarbone.
Place the index and middle fingers of your left hand together, just above your collarbone.
I asked, “Would you like me to give you a stamp?”
The assistant stood there, like a robot without energy, barely able to maintain a smile.
"President?"
I have no explanation.
The assistant is a smart man. He has followed me for so many years, and he knows what I mean without me having to say it.
I just leaned against the wall and looked him in the eye.
His smile gradually disappeared, because without the cover of the smile, he looked too sharp, like a sword that had drunk the blood of tens of thousands of people; the light alone was enough to pierce the eyes without even having to be swung.
He knows it, I know it.
I don't mind.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze following my fingers, his long eyelashes covering most of his expression.
The sapphire ring on my left hand reflects the fragmented light.
His eyes were like an ancient well, and also like a stream with surging undercurrents.
I saw the familiar sea, and the waves were approaching me inch by inch.
"President."
He called me again.
The two centimeters that made him taller than me played a very important role at this moment. They blocked out all the light in front of me, so that I could only see his shadow in my eyes.
"Um."
I half-closed my eyes and responded from my throat.
Behind his glasses, he curled his eyes.
It was as if a heavy burden had been unloaded.
Before I understood the meaning of his eyes, he lowered his head and gently kissed my collarbone.
The kiss was so light, like being stroked by a feather.
I raised my eyebrows and laughed out of anger.
He asked so seriously, but it was just a kiss.
Just when I was about to teach him what "stamping" meant, a sharp pain suddenly came from my collarbone.
There was a circle of teeth marks on my collarbone.
After the stinging, there was a slight numbness. Before I could feel the real pain, the tooth marks were licked by the tip of his tongue again. He sucked and bit that small piece of skin repeatedly, and the skin turned cherry red. The numbness and itchiness felt like a tiny electric current going down. I had no choice but to hold his arm.
Oops, that seems to have gone a little too far.
He knew when to stop, and when I held his arm, he raised his head. He stared at the kiss mark for a while, then raised his hand and touched it lightly.
His fingers were long and slightly cool. I squinted my eyes and was about to get up, but he turned his hand, held the back of my head and kissed me.
He seldom initiates kissing me, and even if we do, I am the one who takes the lead most of the time. He is like the sea, calmly bearing all the storms I bring.
Only this time, he came with such force and his attack was so rapid that the mad wolves rose up to a height of ten thousand feet and covered the sky.
As expected, he was hiding his secrets. I was also a diligent student with solid skills, but at the first encounter, I was swept into the sea by the waves.
I was defeated step by step, and my cities were conquered. If I was outlasted by him for a moment, I would lose everything.
The assistant let me go, and I took a deep breath. Due to the physiological stimulation, a layer of mist covered my eyes and everything became blurry.
Through the blurry filter, I saw the assistant take off his glasses with his free hand.
He hasn't used his full strength yet?
Before I could catch my breath, another kiss fell upon me.
An indescribable excitement stimulated me.
The assistant's emotions, which had been suppressed by reason, finally burst out.
We attacked with all our might, without any defense at all, like two wild beasts fighting to the death, determined to drag the other into the sea of desire with us.
The opponent was powerful but extremely calm. He was neither arrogant nor impatient even though he had the upper hand. He advanced step by step, approaching inch by inch, compressing my offensive environment until I forced the first sound out of my throat.
He suddenly tightened his grip on my waist.
The corners of the eyes are rosy, stained with love and desire.
What is more exciting than aphrodisiacs is the eyes of your lover filled with love and desire.
At this moment, my head was buzzing and my brain made a loud "boom".
Oh no, this is really messed up.
The assistant also sensed something, let go of me, and lowered his head hesitantly.
"President, you have a spare set of clothes in your car. I'll get it for you later." His voice was calm and serious, as if he was handing me a work contract.
I looked away in irritation.
Just as I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear a faint laugh.
I look at him.
"What are you laughing at?"
The assistant said seriously, "No smile."
Seeing his serious look, I turned around and pressed him against the wall.
He did not resist, allowing me to place one hand on the side of his head and threatened coldly, "Man, you are playing with fire."
When their eyes met, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and turned his head to one side, "Pfft."
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"..." ＾_＾
"If you laugh again, I'll kill you."
"Thank you, President, for not doing it."
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