Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

The woman in his arms kept shifting and snuggling closer to him. She turned to the side and nestled in his arms, holding him loosely with one hand. It seemed she had finally found a comfortable position and stopped.

His breathing was steady; he had actually fallen asleep.

Most of her face was buried in his chest, his black shirt intimately touching her lips, inexplicably arousing jealousy.

Her profile is soft, with a high nose bridge that gives her face a clean and sharp look, a vibrant and lively beauty. Even with half her face hidden while she's sleeping, she still draws attention.

That's all I was thinking.

Fu Jingting, "..."

Depend on!

He was momentarily distracted, and when he didn't get a response from the computer, he couldn't help but ask.

Fu Jingting pulled her bathrobe tighter, making sure she was fully covered. He cleared his throat and said, "Say the question again."

……

End of the meeting.

Fu Jingting looked down at her, his fingers lightly touching the shadows under her eyes. Her fatigue was undeniable even with makeup, and it was even more obvious after she removed her makeup.

He stood up, and after maintaining the same posture for a long time, his arms felt numb, but he could still hold the person steadily in his arms.

Xu Qingcheng was sleeping soundly, so soundly that she couldn't open her eyes even when she tried. Her eyelids seemed to be glued shut, as if she wanted to make up for all the sleep she hadn't had lately.

Feeling a bit numb and itchy all over, and slightly short of breath, she couldn't help but complain from the annoyance of being bothered, "Stop bothering me."

Her voice, with its nasal tone and hazy softness, was lazy and delicate, so sweet it melted right into your bones.

Fu Jingting couldn't help himself; he wasn't a saint and couldn't remain unmoved by a woman's advances.

People who don't suffer from insomnia probably can't appreciate the bliss of falling asleep. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, and she had a dream that was both real and unreal, beautiful and decadent.

She moaned softly, her body writhing under the man's kisses and tongue, like a mermaid, both restless and relaxed.

She was probably still half asleep. At the convention center, she was coldly trying to shake him off, but now she was all laid out for him to tease her. Even when he stopped, she would still whimper and rub against him.

Fu Jingting chuckled softly, then reached out and pulled the person into his arms, giving them a kiss.

He got up to take a shower, and after showering, he started making phone calls to inquire about the situation at Shengshi.

They said, "They're all scoundrels, not easy to deal with. The government's attitude is naturally that they hope Shengshi can spend some money to settle things. It's almost Chinese New Year, and if there are any casualties, the impact will be too bad. Naturally, they can't side with the company."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement. "That's not the most important thing. The government won't allow any security incidents. Keep an eye on their construction site for me, make sure nothing goes wrong. Ye Chengnian doesn't only have one trick up his sleeve."

The other person laughed, "Xu Qingcheng probably thought of that too. With the holiday approaching, Shengshi's internal and external projects are in a semi-suspended state. They probably want to have a peaceful New Year."

It was already getting dark. She had slept for almost three hours. If she slept any longer, she wouldn't be able to sleep at all that night.

He pinched her nose. "Have you slept enough? Get up."

"No." Her face was buried in the sheets, her voice muffled under the covers, soft and sweet.

A long, slender, fair leg restlessly kicked off the blanket and pulled it into her arms, wrapping it between her legs.

Fu Jingting's eyes turned bloodshot, spreading endlessly. He reached out and grabbed her ankle, calling her name, "Qingcheng."

"Hmm?" The voice was lazy.

"Wake up on your own, or should I wake you?"

Right now, there's not even a "hmm," and the head is just buried in the blanket, filled with the restlessness of not having slept enough.

Her heart was pounding so hard that her scalp felt tight, and her breath was being held tightly. She had to try very hard to catch up to detect the intensity of his breath. Her racing heart made her feel terrified, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the man's face.

Her cheeks were red, and the corners of her eyes were also red. Her hands naturally clung to him.

The muscles under his hands were taut and hard as stone, and when they were sweaty, they became slippery, as if they could not be gripped without force.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a wildness surging in his eyes. "Awake?"

Her voice was husky and sexy, like the wind teasing wildflowers scorched by the blazing sun.

As her consciousness gradually returned, Xu Qingcheng's lips trembled.

How could she relax and fall asleep under such circumstances?

There are still many things to negotiate with him. A moment of pleasure is not terrible; what is terrible is not achieving your goal and instead giving yourself more leverage to be controlled by someone else.

"You..." Xu Qingcheng began, her voice weak and sore, and she bit her lip hard, her throat tightening.

The man laughed and suddenly pressed down on her.

Her nails dug deeper into his arm, her eyes reddening further, and she almost screamed, "Fu Jingting!"

She held his name between her teeth, filled with anger and resentment, but to him it sounded like a gentle whisper.

The man's eyes and brows were full of wickedness as he kissed the corner of her lips. "You didn't call me wrong. It's me. Say it again."

She was embarrassed and angry, and forcefully blocked his face with her palm.

With a snap.

The sound was crisp, but it didn't hurt.

But both of them were taken aback.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip, her heart trembling. It was an unconscious act of self-protection, but she also knew that even if she was being bullied, under the unequal power dynamic, her slap seemed pretentious and speechless.

And was she really being bullied?!

Her tightly pursed lips made her look aggrieved and innocent. Fu Jingting clicked his tongue. She was the one who slapped him.

"There's the other side, you can hit it." The man brazenly brought his handsome face closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hit it as hard as you want, I'll hit it as hard as I want..."

Xu Qingcheng covered his mouth with her hand. This man was so shameless and lewd that he had no limits.

Her face was flushed a beautiful pink, and he grabbed her hand that was covering his mouth, licking her palm with his tongue as he coaxed her, "Be good, don't touch me. I prefer you to use your mouth."

"You shameless person!"

She cursed.

"You wouldn't be satisfied if I asked you for mercy, would you?" He laughed, pinching her cheek and teasing her with a tsk-tsk sound. "Even you, my fairy sister, are two-faced? You're not honest."

That person is so wicked!

Xu Qingcheng's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed. He perfectly portrayed a dissolute playboy, daring to say anything.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, it was hard to tell whether it was from shyness or extreme emotion.

……

The night is deep.

The vibrant night view stretches out from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking down from above, one can see all the mountains below and feel as insignificant as an ant.

But she, this lowly ant, lay in his arms, indulging in pleasure and debauchery, all her sharp and cold awareness being ground to water by him.

Xu Qingcheng sat in the booth by the floor-to-ceiling window, a sense of unease creeping over her, waiting for him to come over and lay everything out in the open with her.

Fu Jingting came out of the bathroom, glanced at her, pulled the towel off his head and threw it directly on her head, "Dry your hair, be careful not to catch a cold when you go out in the wind."