After taking only a couple of steps, the person in my arms stirred.
She seemed unwell and subconsciously raised her hand to encircle Yan Jili's neck.
She buried her head in his shoulder again, rubbed against him, found a comfortable angle, and then relaxed and put her head in.
A light, shallow breath sprayed onto one side of the neck.
Yan Jili's body suddenly stiffened.
They stopped in their tracks.
I heard her unconscious mutterings beside my ear, a complaint tinged with a confused coquettishness.
"Stinky rock..."
"A bad temper...and so does bad coffee..."
"It tastes awful..."
Yan Jili held her in his arms, turned slightly, and glanced at the table in front of the sofa.
A cup of coffee, almost completely full, sits on top.
There was a very faint lipstick mark on the rim of the cup, indicating that its owner had only taken a sip and never touched it again...
Is it really that bad?
Yan Jili frowned slightly.
He turned around and strode into the lounge.
Gently place the person on the bed.
He took off her high heels.
Seeing the fair and rounded fingers curl into an adorable arc.
Every joint was covered in a pinkish hue.
His eyes suddenly darkened.
Before he could move, Shen Zhiyi murmured as she turned over and hugged his blanket.
The hem of the skirt was rolled up.
A large expanse of fair, fleshy thigh was exposed.
Plump and soft.
Then, following the curve downwards, it naturally transitions into slender calves.
Every curve is smooth and elegant, long and alluring, as if it were quietly sculpted by an invisible hand.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
Yan Jili's breathing suddenly became heavier.
She got up somewhat disheveled and pulled the blanket over herself to cover up everything under her skirt.
He then took two steps back and stopped looking at her.
A surge of anger towards her rose within him.
When we forbid her from wearing short skirts, she only wears them shorter and shorter.
He was still lying in the busy office, sleeping soundly without any guard.
If someone comes in...
He was in a somber mood.
He turned around abruptly.
The heavy leather shoes rolled across the lounge carpet, making even the back of the person taut and stiff.
Later, I'll make her beg him properly.
...
Shen Zhiyi was awakened by hunger.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a strange, large bed.
The sheets and duvet covers are uncomfortable to the touch.
Look around.
Seeing the view outside the glass window, he confirmed that he was still in Yan Jili's office.
That must be his rest room.
He's back?
Shen Zhiyi hurriedly got out of bed and glanced at her watch.
It's already past 11 p.m.
I slept for several hours without realizing it, and didn't even eat dinner.
It's all that stinky rock's fault!
You came back so late!
She had to wait so long, she was getting sleepy.
She rubbed her rumbling stomach, went over and opened the door, and saw the culprit sitting behind his desk, intently looking at documents.
Yan Jili looked up when he heard the noise.
He put down his pen, said nothing, placed his hands on the table, leaned back slightly in his chair.
He just stared at her silently.
Their scrutinizing gaze carried a natural sense of oppression.
He was ordering her to come over.
Shen Zhiyi involuntarily took a step and walked closer to him.
"woke up?"
He finally spoke, but his tone was as cold as ever.
Shen Zhiyi understood the unspoken meaning in his words.
It seems to be saying...
Do you know how to beg me now?
Just imagining his unspoken words, conjuring up a vivid image of him in her mind, mocking her insignificant existence, instantly made her furious.
I walked straight past the desk and stood in front of him.
He stretched out his hand, shouting, "Give me back my amulet!"
Yan Jili: ...
"Is this how you ask for favors?" He turned his office chair around and looked up at her.
Shen Zhiyi glared at him.
"You're hogging the things Grandma gave me, and you still think you're right?"
Yan Jili almost laughed out of anger.
"Didn't you throw it here?" He rested his knuckles on the side of the chair, his eyes slightly cold. "You threw away the amulet, and now you're turning around and accusing me of taking it for myself?"
"Shen Zhiyi, you're very good at being unreasonable."
Shen Zhiyi was both hungry and angry.
He was the one who said those offensive things first, which is why she threw the sign at him.
He clearly bullied her first!
Now they're turning around and saying she's being unreasonable?
This person is really going too far!
She thought of what Shang Qijing had said, about softening her tone.
But she has never been a coward in her life!
Especially when you're starving.
Her gaze swept over his chest and side pockets, and she said angrily, "You're not going to give it to me, are you?"
"I'll take it myself!"
A sudden burst of gardenia fragrance approached unexpectedly.
Then, those soft, boneless hands began haphazardly rummaging through his breast pockets.
Yan Jili's chest heaved.
A look of astonishment crossed his usually placid eyes.
Coming to his senses, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped her wrist.
"Nonsense!"
He forcefully restrained her movements, pushing her upwards away from his chest, while his other hand held her waist to prevent her from twisting or moving around.
In the struggle, Shen Zhiyi lost her balance and fell forward, landing on his lap.
The legs are still spread apart.
The distance suddenly closed, and the tense atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.
Both of them were stunned.
I don't know how much time passed.
Yan Jili's aura suddenly intensified, and even the color of his eyes darkened.
Do you know what you're doing?
He asked coldly, his breath hot, "Do you know what will happen if you touch a strange man like that?"
Shen Zhiyi felt that his palm was very hot.
The warmth seeped through the thin fabric and into the skin around her waist.
It made her feel very uncomfortable.
“You’re not just anyone,” she muttered, twisting her waist and lifting her misty eyes to glare at him softly. “Mom said we’re going to get married.”
"You'll be my husband soon."
"Can't I even touch it?"
"Besides, besides, it's still through the clothes..." She curled her fingertips, met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and for some reason felt her cheeks burning, unable to continue speaking.
She bit her lip and remained silent.
Yan Jili was almost aroused by her innocent words, his whole body burning with passion.
He stared intently at her soft, rosy lips.
And that tiny pearly tooth biting her lip.
"Who taught you?" His voice was hoarse and hot, his gaze fixed on her intently, growing increasingly possessive.
"What?" Shen Zhiyi looked up in confusion.
“Sitting on a man’s lap, with that look and tone of voice, saying those kinds of things.” Yan Jili held her waist tightly, but the hand that was gripping her wrist suddenly loosened, and he tugged at his tie.
"Who did you learn this kind of thing from?"
He repeatedly questioned himself in his mind.
Why is she so soft?
It smells so good.
And yet, you're so damn naive.
He could barely control himself; he wanted to caress her waist...
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