Standing at the door and locking it, Lin Qian naturally felt a little guilty. But on second thought, what was there to feel guilty about? Actually, the two of them wouldn't do anything. At most, they would kiss and hug.
As for him …
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Whenever his work got a little easier, he would immediately instruct Jiang Yuan to ask her to accompany him in the office in the name of work.
Even if she could only accompany him by his side, it was still a rare good time.
The night was quiet.
Li Zhicheng sat on the sofa, his head lowered as he read the documents. His eyes were focused and calm.
Although Lin Qian said she wanted to keep him company, she didn't want to disturb him too much. She just stayed by his side, filling his glass and organizing his documents. Occasionally, when she saw his cold side profile and his hand on the table, she felt like kissing him. But of course, he resisted.
In comparison, Li Zhicheng was much more focused, sitting as still as a pine tree. Lin Qian liked his determination, but at the same time, she felt a little resentful.
Lin Qian was not a workaholic. Since she had given herself a break, she would never get involved in work. After accompanying him for a while, she felt bored and took out her phone to play.
Soon it was eleven at night, and she yawned.
Li Zhicheng, who was working with his head down, noticed her and looked up at her. "Sleepy?" He put down the documents and stood up. "I'll take you home."
Just as Lin Qian was about to say yes, she looked at his figure and his face. She rolled her eyes and changed her mind. Didn't I say I wanted to accompany you? I'll just lean on the sofa. "
He didn't want to go back.
I want to be with you.
Li Zhicheng naturally understood what she was thinking. After a moment of silence, he picked up a sofa cushion and placed it on one end of the sofa. Then he took his suit from the coat rack and handed it to her. "Cover it."
"Okay." Lin Qian lay down on the sofa, satisfied. The man's suit was so big that it covered most of her body.
At this time, Li Zhicheng moved the computer on the table. It seemed that he was going to sit on the sofa next to him and give the sofa to her. Lin Qian didn't even think about it. She got up and grabbed his arm. Just sit here and accompany me. "
Li Zhicheng looked up at her.
He put down the computer and returned to his seat. However, a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
Lin Qian's legs pressed against his back from behind. It felt intimate and sweet. He was still in the mood to play. Rub, rub, rub.
Li Zhicheng was originally focused on his work. With a beauty by his side, the night had become unprecedentedly comfortable and carefree. However, the contact and friction coming from his back and waist could only cause ripples in his heart.
He turned to look at her.
Lin Qian's whole body was buried in his suit, only showing her face. She blinked her big eyes and asked softly, "How much longer do you have to work?"
Li Zhicheng heard his own breathing pause for a moment.
Li Zhicheng looked at her evasive yet hopeful eyes and her slender, white fingers on his suit. He clearly felt an extremely soft aura emanating from her fingertips and the tips of her hair all the way to his heart.
He finally understood what Soft Twining Fingers was.
He thought that he, Li Zhicheng, would also have such a day. Work piled up like a mountain, and his determination was as firm as iron. However, he was greatly disturbed by her soft gaze.
He put down the documents and closed his laptop.
He took off his shoes and covered her with his body. He placed his hands on both sides of her body and stared at the woman below him.
"I'm not working anymore. I'll be with you."
Although Lin Qian took the initiative to flirt with him, it was actually because she was playful. It seemed that he didn't care about her at all now that he had a job.
However, seeing him really leave his work behind and be intimate with her, she felt a little embarrassed and a little apologetic. She said, "Are you done with your work? You should … "
Li Zhicheng had already bent his head to seal her lips.
After a while, Lin Qian's hair and shirt were a little messy, lying in Li Zhicheng's arms.
The sofa here was quite spacious, but it couldn't accommodate two people lying side by side. So, Li Zhicheng was lying flat on his back and she was lying on her side. In fact, her whole weight was almost on him.
"Am I heavy?" she asked in a low voice.
Li Zhicheng put one hand behind his head and the other around her waist. He looked down at her and said, "Not heavy. How heavy can you be? "
There was no woman who didn't like to hear this. Lin Qian nestled in his arms with a smile and reached out to draw circles on his shirt.
"Actually, I've been a little disappointed these days. I feel that you don't really care about me …"
After speaking, she raised her eyes to look at him.
But she found that his head was lowered. His eyes were not on her face, but …
Their eyes met. Lin Qian followed the direction of his gaze and looked down. Under the slightly open collar of her shirt, two snow-white and soft mounds were clearly visible. Because she was lying on her side, the deep cleavage in the middle was particularly obvious.
Lin Qian had never thought that he was looking at her in silence. Her face suddenly became hot and she reached out to push his face up. "Don't look …"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a thump in her heart. She felt a weight on her left chest.
His hand had already covered it.
Lin Qian stared at him blankly.
He also stared at her.
"You think I don't care about you?" His low, slightly hoarse voice asked.
Lin Qian moved her lips but didn't answer.
"I don't," he said in a low voice. He leaned down again and kissed her lips. And his hand was still slowly wrapping around one side of her chest and gently rubbing it.
Lin Qian felt that her whole heart was about to melt in his simple "I don't." She grabbed his collar with both hands. In his silent invasion, she closed her eyes and let out gradually slow breaths.
And the strength of his hand was gradually increasing. It made Lin Qian feel that her whole body was boiling.
But soon, the man was not satisfied with this kind of contact.
Because Lin Qian felt that the hand covering her chest suddenly moved away. His kiss paused.
Lin Qian opened her eyes and looked at him.
His eyebrows did not move.
Then Lin Qian saw that his hand was unbuttoning her shirt.
Lin Qian's face became even hotter. It was so hot that her eyes were a little misty and dizzy.
She reflexively grabbed his hand. "What are you doing? This is your office. "Although she was protesting, her voice was as soft as honey.
Li Zhicheng almost pressed her whole body into the sofa. He looked down at her and said, "This is my woman."
This rebuttal was so reasonable that Lin Qian was stunned.
Seeing her blushing face and still holding his hand to stop him, Li Zhicheng stared at her and coaxed in a low voice, "You don't want me to kiss you?"
Lin Qian's face was about to drip blood. There was only one thought in her mind: F * ck! What are you asking? How can I answer this?!
However, she didn't know which nerve jumped, but she blurted out, "Then let me kiss you first!"
As soon as the words came out, she was stunned.
And Li Zhicheng was obviously a little surprised. But he quickly adapted to his woman's initiative. A trace of a smile flashed in his eyes. He took her hand and put it on his chest. "Well, it's very fair."
The night was quiet, and the air conditioner was blowing.
The man was lying on his side next to her, his short hair messy and his shirt white. His desire was tightly pressed against her body, and his dark eyes were deeply looking at her. And his hand, which was holding hers, fell on the first button of his shirt.
Lin Qian felt that her throat was extremely dry. Her face was hot, her head was hot, her hands were hot, and the thigh that was silently pressed against by his brother was even hotter.
Slowly, she undid the first button of his shirt.
He stared at her face, motionless, as if he were looking at willing prey.
The second button.
The man's chest was already exposed, flat and well-proportioned, with strong muscles.
The third button, the fourth button.
His shirt was already open, and his strong and warm body was exposed in front of her. And his gaze was deeper and hotter than ever before.
Lin Qian gently bit her lower lip.
Women would always put love above sex. But at this moment when his body was so intimately touching, Lin Qian forgot about her bold words of "kissing him first," and didn't think about how much stimulation and impulse her actions would bring to the man. She just looked at the beautiful outline of the man she loved, feeling love instantly filling her heart.
I like him, I really like him. I want to have him all the time.
Driven by this thought, she slowly reached out, put her arms around his waist, and then gently pressed her face against his bare chest.
"Li Zhicheng, I like you."
Li Zhicheng, who was suddenly confessed to, was silent for a moment.
He lowered his head and saw the woman with her eyes closed, leaning in his arms contentedly. The little hot air exhaled from her small nose, and the soft strands of hair were gently brushing against his chest. It was as if thousands of feathers were simultaneously provoking the most thirsty desire in the depths of his body.
He turned over and pinned her under his body. He lowered his head and sealed her lips, and his hands very accurately found the buttons on her shirt, easily undoing them one by one.
When the phone rang, it was like a lightning bolt, waking the two of them up from their infatuation.
It also seemed to disturb the ambiguous silence in the room.
Li Zhicheng paused, looked up at her, and got up from her body. But at the same time, he pulled his suit jacket and covered her delicate body. Then he sat down on the sofa and reached for the phone on the table.
Lin Qian's face was as red as fire, from her forehead to her neck to her waist, there was still a clear trace of softness and numbness. She felt like she had just woken up from a long dream.
She grabbed the front of her shirt, covering her chest, and wanted to get up, but found that although Li Zhicheng was talking on the phone with his head down, one of his hands was still on her body, firmly pressing down on the suit, covering her body.
The body that belonged to him.
This little thoughtful gesture only made Lin Qian's heart feel sweet. Lying quietly under his suit, she looked at his handsome and blushing side profile. His shirt was still open, and at the moment he was sitting upright, more or less still had the scent of a man's desire. Seeing this, Lin Qian's heart was pounding.
Soon, he hung up the phone and turned to look at her.
"I need to go to the workshop."
"Okay."
He lowered his head again, pecked her lips, and left, "Button up your shirt. I'll be back when I'm done. "
"Okay."
Seeing that she was so obedient, Li Zhicheng stared at her for a while, and slowly smiled.
He had never thought of making love to her in a place like this. So even though he was interrupted today, to be honest, he was a little sad. But to be intimate to this extent, it was also very pleasurable.
He reached out and rubbed her head again, then calmed down and got up to leave.
Lin Qian waved goodbye to him, and seeing that he closed the door and left, she turned her head, buried her face in his suit, and let her imagination run wild.
Cough … What should I do today? How am I going to deal with it if I can't take a cold shower?
When Lin Qian woke up again, it was already dawn.
The soft yellow sunlight, through the blinds, sprinkled sparsely on her face.
It also sprinkled on the face of the man under her.
Lin Qian looked up at him.
She didn't know when he came back, but he was in the same position as before, asleep on the sofa with his arms around her, the suit covering both of them. His handsome face looked like a sleeping statue in the morning light, and one of his big hands was still firmly wrapped around her waist, like a pair of iron pincers.
Lin Qian looked at him quietly for a while, then leaned back into his arms and closed her eyes.
Half a month later, the first backpack model of Aito, the exclusive urban bag brand created by Aida, was officially produced and off the production line.
And the domestic bag industry, this battlefield without any smoke, after a short hibernation in the winter, finally reignited the unprecedented flames of war.
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