Just thinking about how long he'd be gone, how busy he'd be with work, definitely not taking proper care of himself—and there'd just been a tsunami over there. Was it even safe for him to go? Every time she thought about how much this man had done for this family, and how he didn't seem to care about anyone else, she felt her heart ache for him.
Xia Qingqian nodded for no reason, slowly turned around, rose on tiptoe, cupped his cheeks, and pressed her damp, heated lips to his, kissing him with practiced skill.
"Qian Qian, you're like a glass of poison!" he growled, bent down to sweep her up into his arms, and carried her into the lounge off the study. He stopped at the big bed and gently laid her down.
He yanked at his tie and stripped off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of black briefs. Then he climbed onto the bed, pulled her into his arms, and quickly undid every bit of restraint on her body, flinging them into the air!
