People often say: sex is the carrier of love.
Men and women sway, embracing each other, hearts touching, conveying their love through skin to skin, hair to hair, organ to organ—a way of mutual comfort.
In such small pathways of emotion, humans are like sensors, sending signals, receiving signals, and so on, following the rules.
It's truly a magical way.
However, the fact is, whether there is love or not, whether the emotion is thick enough, men and women always choose this way to prove each other's importance.
Qi Sui watched the man before her kneel on one knee. She hesitated, pressing her hand against Xiang Yu's shoulder, her expression startled.
"You... I..."
She stuttered.
She hadn't even had time to change clothes. When Xiang Yu arrived, she had just pulled herself out of bed like a radish, wearing a nightgown with a row of cute little cats.
This wouldn't do, would it?
Had she ever said she wanted to do this?
Or was it that the man before her assumed that was her intention?
Either speculation was strange.
Thick, soft sensation. Her fist was hollow, and Xiang Yu grabbed it, moving it until it rested on his chest.
The heartbeat beneath pounded like a rabbit hitting a wall, thumping against her palm, but the contact surface was soft, like dough fermented to three times its size, which could be squeezed into warm putty.
Xiang Yu took off his jacket, and only then did Qi Sui notice that, like the first time they met, he was wearing a dark gray pinstriped vest.
Typically, vests worn inside suits are like breastplates, covering the chest and back—attractive and visually pleasing, and also able to constrain a man's figure to some extent.
But this one was different. The style of this vest was strange; the fabric draped along the shape of the chest, revealing the front's form openly, with flesh spilling out loosely.
When muscles weren't flexed, they were soft.
So it looked very plump.
This was too bad.
She could control herself from looking at Xiang Yu's body.
But now her calf was gently held by the man. One was just having her chest rubbed, while the other was about to be subjected to a one-sided system—no matter how she thought about it, she was at a disadvantage.
Xiang Yu's eyes still carried innocence.
But this innocence wasn't real innocence. Qi Sui suspected he was just using this method to gain advantages, repeatedly using this innocent demeanor to push his luck.
The man crawled on his knees, pressing his chin against Qi Sui's thigh. His sharp jawline pressed against her flesh, even bringing a subtle dull pain. He asked softly,
"You don't like this?"
"Then why was a kiss okay?"
Qi Sui's head ached, her scalp tingled.
She wanted to say that this was different from a "kiss," but didn't know how to explain.
Two adults, did they have to be so coy and pretentious? No, this was Xiang Yu's little game. He was the kind of guy who "charges recklessly" with a measure of calculation in relationships.
If she said it out loud, she would definitely lose!
"Director Xiang, it's not because of this—"
Yes, first step was to declare—she hadn't called him over for this kind of thing at all. She needed to state her stance first.
Qi Sui pulled down the hem of her cat nightgown, covering her skin securely, ensuring there was still a layer of safe fabric between her and Xiang Yu's warm palm. Only then did she slowly sit up.
"Or is it that you're in a hurry?"
The second step was to turn the tables. Whether it was true or not, just shift the blame to the other person—this was also a key step in dealing with conflicts in social situations.
This was a negotiation technique she had learned from Xiang Yu at work. This man, who was taciturn at the office, no matter how outwardly he seemed to love his job, couldn't hide his inherent—like ordinary people—aversion to tedious tasks.
But then again, as the saying goes—
Work is work, life is life.
She tried to apply Xiang Yu's work principles to emotions, but didn't expect the other party to completely refuse to engage.
Xiang Yu easily grasped her wrist, leaned in, and coaxed another kiss, his hands couldn't help but let her do whatever she wanted on his body.
This move was a complete victory.
Chest muscles, so white, blurred Qi Sui's vision.
Flesh, so soft, her hands couldn't stop.
And then they went woo-woo!
Of course!
That was impossible!
Xiang Yu bent over the "desk" like he was working, burying his head.
There was a small cowlick right in the middle of his head, giving him a funny, comical look. The fluffy cat embroidered on the hem of her nightgown lay on his hair, yawning lazily.