Qin Yao checked outside the office door to ensure no one was eavesdropping or peeking before she tiptoed to kiss Chen Feng, as stealthily as if she were having an affair. The cautious tenderness of her actions gave Chen Feng a feeling he couldn't quite explain.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Qin Yao's face turned a shy red.
She thought she was being incredibly bold—to take the initiative to kiss a man was a first for her.
Even with her own father, Qin Yao had never behaved like this.
"Are you scared?"
Chen Feng wrapped his arms around Qin Yao's slender waist.
"Scared."
Qin Yao lay against Chen Feng's broad chest.
"Don't be scared, you are my woman, I will protect you, I won't let anyone bully you," Chen Feng whispered softly.
Qin Yao looked up slightly, her cheeks rosy, her alluring eyes misty, and her brows hinting at a trace of spring's allure.
These were expressions reserved for someone deeply cherished.
