He freed one hand to hook Fu Han's chin, wanting to kiss her cherry lips.
But a sudden bolt of lightning seemed to strike Fu Han's heart. In a fluster, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, while she whimpered, "The door, the door isn't closed."
"What's there to be afraid of? We are in an open and honest relationship," He Xing said nonchalantly, even planting a kiss on the back of Fu Han's hand.
Despite saying this, after kissing Fu Han's hand, he nevertheless let her go.
He might not care as a man, but Fu Han was a woman, and if the staff caught them canoodling in the office in broad daylight, many would likely laugh at her behind her back, and her efforts to manage the staff well would only become more difficult.
Fu Han put some distance between herself and He Xing. Blushing, with her head bowed and not daring to look at him, she said softly, "You ate too little, have a bit more."
