As he gently pushed his chair back, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, placing that naughty little girl who made him jealous all day on his lap. His hands slowly reached into her clothes, moving gently up her spine: "Miss Zhou, since when is my study a place where you can come and go freely?"
What is this man up to?
Why the weird face today?
Chenxing twisted her little curvy waist, lowered her head and closed her eyes as she glanced at the desk in front of her, but shortly after her chin was grasped by him and returned it to where before.
He seems to addicted to calling her Miss Zhou, which Chenxing found strange for her study was always at her disposal. "Sir, aren't you annoyed with me disturbing you?"
His eyes narrowed slightly: "When did we become so distant?"
Chenxing pouted, pointing a finger at his chest: "It wasn't me who first started calling myself Miss Zhou, and besides, didn't you say when your health was better we'd go to City T and bring my mom over?"
