His hand slid down, encircling her waist, lifting her onto the desk.
He pushed aside the drafts, wedged himself between her knees, stood firm, and kissed her deeply and meticulously.
Her endurance carried a sense of desperation.
She thought, perhaps his next move would be to pin her down on the desk, right amid her own designs… force himself upon her.
But to her surprise, after a long, domineering kiss, he suddenly let her go.
Still at a close distance, he looked down at her from above, gazing into her eyes.
Her breath had yet to calm, her face was still flushed, and her eyes were shimmering with moisture… but he disregarded all of this, and almost cruelly, he chuckled softly: "Most of the designs you have sprawled across your desk are still incomplete. So continue with your work, be good."
.
Yan Jian was a bit dumbfounded.
What did he mean?
His previous enthusiasm for the studio seemed to surpass that for her; after just a kiss, he halts and tells her to continue working?
