His physiological preference

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her.

His lips pressed against hers, his tongue parting her teeth with an irresistible force.

Yang Zhiyan's hand slid from his face to his neck, her fingers running through his hair.

Long-suppressed emotions suddenly broke through boundaries. The kiss was rapid and intense, carrying an inescapable sense of possessiveness.

Their breathing suddenly became heavy, and their bodies pressed tightly together.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, all the restraint, excitement, and affection melted into a passionate kiss.

Yang Zhiyan closed her eyes; her body was trembling slightly, she was too moved.

Qin Yuzheng stopped. His forehead pressed against hers, and they were both panting.

"Baby," his voice was effeminate, sexy, and seductive, "could you use your hand to help me?"

Yang Zhiyan's body stiffened slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at Qin Yuzheng. His face was very close to hers, and she could see her own reflection in his pupils.

His expression was serious; he wasn't joking.

Yang Zhiyan's instinct was to refuse.

She had never done anything like this before; she had never even considered it.

It's so shameful to do this with your hands.

"I..." She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Qin Yuzheng looked at her flushed face, panicked eyes, and slightly trembling fingers.

His gaze moved from her face to her hands, her fingers curled. He took her hand in his and gently loosened her fingers one by one.

"Baby," he pleaded in a low voice, "please help him. He's going to burst."

Yang Zhiyan looked at him. His eyes were red, his lips were wet, and his breathing was rapid.

He looked like he had been holding back for a long time, couldn't hold back any longer, and was pitifully begging her.

Yang Zhiyan softened and nodded.

Qin Yuzheng's eyes lit up. He kissed her forehead, then lay down, took her hand, and led her down.

Yang Zhiyan's fingers touched the skin of his lower abdomen, which was hard and hot. Her fingers slowly traced the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

Her hands were trembling, trembling violently. Qin Yuzheng placed his hand on hers and guided her downwards.

It was a long night.

Yang Zhiyan's hand got tired, so she switched to her other hand, which also got tired, so she switched back.

Qin Yuzheng lay beside her, his breathing heavy and rapid. His fingers gripped the sheets, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

He would occasionally make a sound, very soft and short, which each time made Yang Zhiyan's face turn even redder.

She didn't dare look at him, and instead turned her gaze to the curtains.

Her hands moved mechanically in that unseen darkness.

After a long while, Qin Yuzheng's body suddenly tensed up.

He placed his hand over Yang Zhiyan's hand, gripping her fingers tightly to prevent her from moving.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and then his whole body slowly, very slowly relaxed.

He lay there with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling, his breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm.

His hand was still holding hers, and he didn't let go.

Yang Zhiyan pulled her hand out of his, and then...

Her face turned bright red, and she got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

The tap was turned on, and the water was gushing out.

The palms of my hands are red.

She stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds, then dried her hands with a towel and went back to the bedroom.

Qin Yuzheng had already cleaned it up, changed his clothes, and replaced the bed sheets.

He leaned against the headboard and saw her come out, reaching out his hand.

Yang Zhiyan walked over and placed her hand in his palm. He then pulled her to lie down on the bed.

He covered the two of them with the blanket and turned off the light.

In the darkness, he held her hand in his own. He pressed her hand against his chest, warming it with his body heat.

"Baby." His voice rang out in the darkness, low and soft.

"Um."

"Thank you."

Yang Zhiyan's face turned red again. Fortunately, it was too dark to see.

She buried her face in his chest and didn't say anything. His hand gently stroked her back.

The next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Yang Zhiyan felt as if she had just closed her eyes.

She raised her hand, groped around on the bedside table, found her phone, and turned off the alarm.

I can't open my eyes.

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and pulled the blanket over her head.

Qin Yuzheng was already awake. He looked at the blankets she had curled up in and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, poured warm water into a cup, and squeezed toothpaste onto it.

He took the toothbrush back to the bedside, sat down, and pulled a corner of the blanket over her head.

"Baby, open your mouth."

Yang Zhiyan opened her mouth groggily, and a toothbrush was shoved into it. He brushed her teeth for her.

After brushing her teeth, he removed the toothbrush and used a towel to wipe her mouth.

"Okay, you can go back to sleep now." Yang Zhiyan pulled the blanket back over her head and continued sleeping.

Qin Yuzheng took her clothes out of the closet: a light blue shirt and a white long skirt. He placed the clothes by the bed, pulled her out of the covers, helped her take off her pajamas, put on the shirt, and buttoned it up.

Yang Zhiyan kept her eyes closed the whole time, like a doll being manipulated by an adult, raising her hand, lowering her hand, and turning around.

Qin Yuzheng put one arm around her waist and pulled her suitcase with the other as they went out the door.

When the elevator reached the basement level, he carried Yang Zhiyan into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

As the car drove out of the parking lot, she leaned back in her seat, her head tilted towards the window, and fell asleep again.

Qin Yuzheng turned up the air conditioner temperature a little and turned off the radio.

On the way to the airport, he didn't wake her and let her sleep. When they arrived at the airport, he parked the car in the parking lot, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, bent down, and picked her up from her seat.

She stirred in his arms, her eyes still closed. He carried her into the terminal to check in.

The staff member glanced at him, then at Yang Zhiyan, who was lying in his arms with her eyes closed.

"Sir, should we wake her?"

"No need." Qin Yuzheng handed over his ID card. When the staff member finished processing the boarding pass and handed it over, their gaze lingered on Qin Yuzheng's face for a moment. The face seemed familiar, but they couldn't recognize him.

Qin Yuzheng took the boarding pass and carried Yang Zhiyan into the VIP lounge.

He sat down on the sofa and let her lean against him. Yang Zhiyan's face was pressed against his chest, her breathing long and even.

He looked down at her; her eyelashes were long, and when her eyes were closed, they looked like two small fans folded together.

Her nose was very straight, with a slightly upturned tip.

Her lips were light pink, but after he kissed her last night, the color deepened.

He couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing her lips. Yang Zhiyan's eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't wake up.

He kissed her again, this time on the forehead. Yang Zhiyan wrinkled her nose.

"Baby, are you awake yet?" His voice was very low.

Yang Zhiyan's eyelids twitched, then slowly opened. What she saw was his chin, his Adam's apple, and the collarbone exposed by his shirt collar.

She lay in his arms, covered by his coat, his arm around her shoulder.

She sat up straight and rubbed her eyes. "Have we arrived?"

"We haven't boarded yet." Qin Yuzheng handed over a water glass. "Drink some water first."

Yang Zhiyan took a sip of water, which made her a little more awake. She looked around; the VIP lounge had large sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the helipad.

She glanced at Qin Yuzheng, who was sitting next to her, holding his boarding pass, looking relaxed and not like he was going back to work.

"Why are you still in the waiting room? Aren't you going back to work?"

Qin Yuzheng turned his boarding pass over to show her, which read "Haicheng - Beijing".

"You're so confused, I'm afraid you'll get kidnapped. I'd better take you there."

Little did they expect that Qin Yuzheng's words would come true.