"No reason, anyway, apart from being at the 26th and 27th floors of Yanhuang Group and at home, you won't be able to go anywhere else!"
Young Master Yan, adamant in his decisions, fiercely declared before flipping over and pressing Zhu Qianying beneath him...
So, they struggled like this for the majority of the night until, in the end, Zhu Qianying was so worn out she could hardly lift her pinky finger.
Young Master Yan, satisfied, held her in his arms; she was limp like water, softly kissing her silky hair.
"Baby, can we start work on your studio tomorrow?"
"Mmm..." At this point, Zhu Qianying would probably obediently say "Mmm" to anything, even giving away all her wealth to Young Master Yan.
Young Master Yan, pleased with her response, gently stroked her back, "Let's sleep, tomorrow I'll accompany you back to Yanhuang."
Young Master Yan was elated at the thought of being able to see her whenever he wanted, just a few dozen stairs and a turn away.
