Ye Yan felt a twinge of guilt and turned to pour a cup of warm water in the kitchen.
"Come here." Fu Xingzhou was still staring at the computer screen, yet he could feel her approach.
Just as Ye Yan placed the cup on the coffee table, an arm snaked around her waist then drew her down to sit on his thigh.
With his left arm around her, his right hand clicked rhythmically and purposefully on the keyboard.
Ye Yan tilted her head slightly upward, her gaze falling on the smooth line of his jaw. Because of the early flight and staying up late, some blue stubble had sprouted on his chin.
His hair was also unkempt, fluffy naturally after a wash—the fine soft strands draped across his forehead, both orderly and playfully whimsical.
It was just like him, sensually tender yet with an air of youthful male vitality.
"Haven't had your fill yet?" the man's teasing voice rang out, "Do you want me to strip so you can get a better look?"
