An Yan was amused and exasperated by Fu Shiyan's flirty moves.
She slowly straightened up and knelt around, her fingers teasing apart the collar of the man's shirt, caressing his collarbone, "President Fu, are you feeling frisky again?"
Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her increasingly thick waist and raised an eyebrow, "Is that a problem? Can't I even think about it?"
"You can think about it, but I'm just worried you'll be uncomfortable," An Yan mimicked the man's tone and mannerism, "Wife, I'm uncomfortable."
Fu Shiyan laughed, amused, "You've got it quite right."
He leaned down to kiss her, but there was a belly between them, which made it somewhat difficult.
He moved behind her, tilting her face with his fingertips, and captured those blush-tinted lips with a kiss.
As their tongues met, a peach-flavored candy was passed into An Yan's mouth.
An Yan's eyes lit up, and she looked at him as her lips curled into a smile, "Tastes so good."
