He smiled faintly and kissed me on the forehead. His voice was low and magnetic, "What were you thinking about?"
I shook my head. I was already on top of him, so I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck and smiled, "You!"
His black eyes looked so pure and attractive. His warm lips dropped on mine, and his voice was rough when he asked, "Did you come up with something?"
"The man in front of me is my sweetheart!" I smiled, and my eyes curved into a crescent moon.
He laughed with his head down. The hand that held me tightened, "Evan brought some food, are you hungry?"
"A little!" Lying on top of him, I felt a little lazy. I tilted my head as I said, "Has your meeting ended?"
He had already picked me up. Perhaps I was too light for him, he swayed me in his arms and added, "You're too thin."
I did not say a word. He carried me into the office. Evan glanced at us, lowered his head and retreated out.
He placed me on his thighs and had no plans of letting me go. He pulled me closer. "What do you want to eat?"
I looked at the dishes and saw that they were all stewed; everything smelled and looked appetizing.
I struggled to get down from his thighs, but he held me down, "Aren't you going to reward me?"
I couldn't help laughing as I leaned into his shoulder, "What kind of reward do you want?"
He raised his eyebrows. Gosh, he was so handsome. "You should at least please me," he uttered.
I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips. In a soft voice, I asked, "How's this for a reward?"
He smiled, his eyes filled with affection, and his tone became gentler, "Sweet!"
"Sweet?" I could not help looking at the table. I was famished.
"Lips!" He said and kissed me mercilessly.
What was time but something to be spent amusing one another?
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