His physiological preference

The sound of the password being entered was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Yang Zhiyan looked up, still holding a pencil in her hand, the tip resting on a line of the design draft.

She listened intently, thinking it was the sound of the wind.

The wind is strong in Beijing, especially at night. The persimmon trees rustle in the wind, sometimes making people mistake it for someone knocking on the door.

But the sound didn't seem to be from the wind. Yang Zhiyan felt a little scared, but surely Beijing wasn't safe enough for a home invasion robbery?

Yang Zhiyan put down the pencil and stood up from the sofa.

The door opened.

Qin Yuzheng stood at the door, wearing a dark gray thin jacket over a light blue shirt, with one button undone at the collar.

He was pulling a suitcase. His hair was a little messy from the wind, with a few strands hanging down his forehead, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes.

Qin Yuzheng stood there, looking at Yang Zhiyan with a smile on his face and his arms outstretched.

Yang Zhiyan was stunned for a moment. Then she ran over and bumped into his arms.

Qin Yuzheng hugged Yang Zhiyan tightly, his arms encircling her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, and her face was buried in his chest.

They embraced each other, feeling like they were newlyweds after a short separation. Both of them were filled with sweet, romantic feelings.

"Didn't you say you were too busy to come?" Her voice was muffled in his chest, carrying a hint of coquettish anger, yet unable to hide her joy.

The soft, sweet voice made Qin Yuzheng feel that if Haicheng and Beijing were closer, he would be willing to run over every night after get off work.

Qin Yuzheng remained silent. He lowered his head, his chin sliding from the top of her head to beside her ear.

His fingers gently lifted her chin. Yang Zhiyan's face was lifted, her eyes still wet; she had run over and bumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face involuntarily.

I am touched that someone is thinking of me and missing me.

"Did the baby miss me?" His voice was deep and warm, completely different from that of a superior giving orders.

Yang Zhiyan nodded. Of course she wanted to, she wanted to very much. Especially when she was home alone, the longing was deep in her bones.

Therefore, she preferred to discuss designs with Su Wan and Xu Yun rather than be alone.

Qin Yuzheng's fingers were still supporting her chin, and he didn't let go.

"No, not enough," he said, his voice still low, carrying a serious and uncompromising demand.

You have to tell me how much you want to.

Yang Zhiyan looked into his eyes and saw the earnestness, expectation, and childlike, unreasonable stubbornness.

Yang Zhiyan thought for a moment. "Like a river, flowing endlessly?"

Qin Yuzheng was amused by Yang Zhiyan. The laughter echoed in the entryway.

Qin Yuzheng thought to himself, how could his baby be so cute? He really wanted to keep her hidden away.

"To be more specific," he said, sliding his hand down to her cheek and gently rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone.

"For example, do you think of me when you're eating?"

Yang Zhiyan nodded honestly. "I want to."

"Did you miss me during training?" Yang Zhiyan nodded again. "Yes."

Qin Yuzheng was finally satisfied, but still harbored a hint of resentment. "Then why didn't you send me more messages?"

Yang Zhiyan understood. Was this a accusation?

She reviewed her message history from the past week. There weren't many.

She sent him a "Good morning" message in the morning, and he replied with "Good morning";

At noon, she would send a message asking "Have you eaten?" Sometimes he would reply "Yes," and sometimes he would reply "Busy" after a long time.

She assumed he was busy and didn't dare bother him.

"I sent it to you," Yang Zhiyan retorted, "but you didn't reply for ages. I thought you were busy and didn't dare bother you."

Qin Yuzheng remembered. He was in a meeting on Monday, and his phone was on silent, lying on the table.

Yang Zhiyan sent several messages, but he didn't see them.

I only managed to reply with a hurried "busy" during lunch.

He didn't think much of it at the time, but now that he thinks back, he realized that she had probably waited all morning for those two words when she received the "busy" message.

His heart suddenly ached.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." He rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone again. "I'll try to reply to your messages whenever I have time in the future."

Yang Zhiyan shook her head. "You go ahead and do your thing," her voice returned to its usual rhythm, "Although I miss you every day, I also have a lot of things to do."

Qin Yuzheng's fingers paused for a moment.

Although I miss you every day. This successfully made Qin Yuzheng overjoyed.

Qin Yuzheng's lips descended. The kiss was domineering, yet filled with longing.

Yang Zhiyan's back pressed against the wall in the entryway. The wall was cool, and the chill crept up her back through her thin cotton loungewear.

But his body was hot, his palms were hot, and his lips were burning hot.

Two temperatures battled within her, one invading from her back and the other covering her from the front, leaving her sandwiched between them, her whole body going limp like a puddle of water.

Before anyone knew it, Qin Yuzheng had already carried her to the sofa.

He sat down, and she sat on his lap, facing him.

Her fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, feeling his chest muscles through the fabric.

His palm rested on her waist, his thumb gently stroking it with a touch that was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying both desire and longing.

The light shone down from above, falling on her bare shoulders. The neckline of her loungewear had slipped down at some point, with one side of the collar sliding down to her shoulder, revealing her rounded shoulder.

Qin Yuzheng's lips moved from her lips to her shoulder, paused for a moment along that rounded curve, and then left.

He pulled her collar back up, which had slipped down. The movement was very gentle and slow.

He straightened her collar, placed his hand on her shoulder, and warmed her cool skin with the warmth of his palm.

"Have you eaten?" Yang Zhiyan's voice was still a little breathless and unsteady, but her tone was full of concern.

Qin Yuzheng shook his head.

"I didn't even think about eating because I was so eager to see my baby."

His tone was pitiful, with a hint of grievance in his coquettish manner.

Yang Zhiyan got off his lap, took his hand, and pulled him up from the sofa.

"Go take a shower first, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Qin Yuzheng stood up, took a step with her, and then stopped.

He pulled her back into his arms, his lips close to her ear, his voice so low only she could hear. "But I want to eat the baby more."

Yang Zhiyan's cheeks suddenly burned, the color spreading from her cheeks to her ears. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and dared not look at the other person again.

Her ears were so red they were almost translucent, and you could see the veins in them under the light.

She reached out and pushed him, but he wouldn't budge.

"Go take a shower first." Her voice was full of shy panic.

Qin Yuzheng released her, turned around, took two steps, and stopped.

"Baby, can you stay away from Xu Yun?" Qin Yuzheng pleaded.

Yang Zhiyan walked up to him and looked at his jealous face.

"We're just ordinary friends," Yang Zhiyan explained earnestly, "and there's been no inappropriate behavior."

Qin Yuzheng looked at her. He knew she was telling the truth. The angle in the photo was deliberately chosen. But… he was a man, and he understood men.