Push open the door.
Duan Xiaolin was sitting on the leather sofa in the study.
The pen in his hand kept writing something on the file on his knees.
The man's fingers are long and slender, and he looks elegant and calm when holding a pen and concentrating on his work.
He was wearing a silk nightgown made of the same material as her, with a black belt tied around his waist meticulously. He looked aloof, indifferent, calm and reserved.
The man was so focused that he didn't seem to notice her coming in.
The movements of his hands continued.
Sometimes she really wanted him to be more high-tech.
What era is this? It's much more advanced than the 21st century where she lives, but he still insists on using paper and pen.
Thinking of this, the man raised his hand and touched the space in front of him with his fingertips. More than ten split screens appeared instantly. After he scanned the content on the document, a few extra fonts appeared on the document for no reason.
She closed the door, took off her shoes, and tiptoed towards him.
The man's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he only glanced at the instructions on the screen before continuing to write on the document.
The sofa is not big, just a single seat, but you can feel the high-quality material and workmanship just by touching it.
She leaned over and immediately lay on the man's back, her chin resting on his shoulder, "Brother Duan..."
Duan Xiaolin's expression changed slightly. After stamping a seal, he pulled the chair next to him and motioned for her to sit down.
Pei Xiqing would never disturb him when he was busy before, but she also never came so close to him.
This man is really more charming the more serious he is.
The same is true when I am researching dishes in the kitchen.
His eyes were calm and somewhat indifferent.
She didn't bother to see what he was holding, she just stared at him.
Duan Xiaolin really didn't have time to pay attention to her at first, but when he was a little less rushed, he raised his eyelids and asked, "What's wrong?"
Pei Xiqing felt aggrieved and said deliberately, "You ignored me."
He raised an eyebrow.
Pei Xiqing took the opportunity to get into his arms.
She sat directly on his lap.
The piece of clothing was wrinkled by her.
The ink that had not yet dried on it also stained the hem of her crescent-shaped skirt.
Pei Xiqing put her arms around his neck, lowered her head and kissed him little by little from his face to his thin lips.
“I still have some unresolved emotions,” he said.
"No."
The more he tried to see what was in his hand, the harder she sat.
Press it down and don't let people see it.
Duan Xiaolin freed his hands and followed her rhythm.
The two of them kissed intermittently.
The pleasant smell of toothpaste can be smelled between lips and teeth.
Whenever Pei Xiqing wanted to continue, he would be distant towards her. When he raised his eyes, the look in his eyes was lazy and indulgent. "So good today?"
His arm rested casually on the side of the sofa backrest, not touching her, but the impending storm hidden under her quiet gaze had already outlined all the curves of her body.
Pei Xiqing cupped the man's face and kissed it, then deliberately pushed his glasses off his nose. "If you don't say anything, I'll really be angry. As long as you tell me, I'll be a good boy in the future, just like today."
He laughed: "Little liar."
She would only show this attitude when she needed help from others.
The man's eyes fell on her rosy and plump lips.
If Pei Xiqing was just a young lover who thought she could harm others when she first met her, you could tell what she was thinking at a glance and she couldn't hide it.
And now Pei Xiqing in front of him was like a fairy whose purity and desire were intertwined. The charm that she inadvertently revealed was indeed irresistible to anyone.
At the very least, his self-control would instantly collapse in front of her.
Pei Xiqing acted coquettishly: "Hurry up and tell me, otherwise I will be sulking and scratching my head all night long. It will be very, very unbearable."
"When did I not let you know? If I didn't say anything, naturally some people would want to show off in front of you."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Qiu Chao, Ying, Long Yan... and Ling Lang, who wouldn't tell you everything if you asked them?" He said calmly, "Why don't you ask them? They definitely know more than I do, and they'll tell you everything."
Pei Xiqing: "It's okay if you mentioned the others, but Ling Lang? He left a few days ago, why are you still mentioning him? If he were still here, I would definitely want to ask him, but he's not at headquarters at all."
Duan Xiaolin lowered his eyes and stared at her without saying a word.
Pei Xiqing avoided his sight out of guilt.
He pinched the back of her neck and turned her around again.
He asked, "You're getting bolder."
Pei Xiqing felt a chill down his spine: "I didn't do anything..."
"Where's the hidden crystal core? Did you give it to him?"
The man's palm slid up along the hem of her skirt that was lifted to her thighs and touched her hard, as if he was searching, or as if he was taking advantage of her blatantly.
He touched Pei Xiqing until her waist softened, and then he reluctantly stopped: "Hmm?"
Pei Xiqing knew that there must be other reasons why he suddenly ignored her.
She grabbed the man's restless hand and said, "...When did you know?"
It was hidden so well.
Duan Xiaolin pinched her waist, his tone cold enough to send chills down one's spine: "No crystal core can escape my eyes."
Pei Xiqing coaxed, "I'm sorry... Giving it to Ling Lang is to make the best use of it. I will protect him. I should have told you earlier..."
It's not an illusion. Duan Xiaolin now has a vague sense of paranoia and madness towards the crystal core.
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