His hand slid down, encircling her waist, lifting her onto the desk.
He pushed aside the drafts, wedged himself between her knees, stood firm, and kissed her deeply and ticulously.
Her endurance carried a sense of desperation.
She thought, perhaps his next move would be to pin her down on the desk, right amid her own designs... force himself upon her.
But to her surprise, after a long, domineering kiss, he suddenly let her go.
Still at a close distance, he looked down at her from above, gazing into her eyes.
Her breath had yet to calm, her face was still flushed, and her eyes were shimring with moisture... but he disregarded all of this, and almost cruelly, he chuckled softly: "Most of the designs you have sprawled across your desk are still incomplete. So continue with your work, be good."
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Yan Jian was a bit dumbfounded.
What did he an?
His previous enthusiasm for the studio seed to surpass that for her; after just a kiss, he halts and tells her to continue working?
Could it be... he has so hidden ailnt, a workaholic’s compulsion, all reflected upon her?
In other words, the excitent brought by work itself could be greater than what won offer him?
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He watched her, and the complex emotions that surged in her eyes at that mont, he saw them all.
He sighed, reached out to cover her eyelids, pulled her skirt back down, and then lifted her back to the chair, helping her sit properly.
He stood behind the chair, spreading his hands, placing them flat on her shoulders.
"Work."
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Yan Jian took a deep breath, yet futilely failed to suppress the tumult in her heart.
Crazy!
She closed her eyes and asked, "Why? What trick are you playing again?!"
He shrugged, almost cruelly smiling: "What, now you’re the one who’s unwilling? I let you go, yet you apparently don’t want to let you go, hmm?"
"As if I’d believe you’d let go!"
Yan Jian angrily wanted to turn back and glare at him, but midway, his slender fingers intercepted her neck. His fingers applied slight pressure, turned her head back, making her maintain a forward-facing, upright posture.
Furious, Yan Jian lowly roared: "...you’ll never let go, you’re just looking for new tricks to make suffer more!"
He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, letting her hear his low sigh.
"Yan Jian, I’ve always known I’m a bad person, and I’ve never thought of being good to you... You’re right, I’m looking for new ways to play. So you’d better behave, do as I say, don’t try to resist or provoke , or I’ll just find even more excessive ways to play."
The dream-like strange tremors from earlier stopped abruptly. Instead, what surfaced in her heart was cold, a bone-chilling cold.
Yan Jian laughed: "Fine, whatever you want. But since you want to work, don’t back out."
Work, let her heart and mind fully imrse in work, she would temporarily escape his control.
At least... she could zone out, no longer have to fully experience what he was doing to her.
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Determined, she quickly opened her drafts and started sketching.
He wasn’t wrong, the designs spread out on her desk were all left unfinished.
At the start of each drawing, there was clearly a great inspiration, so when she spread the paper, she was initially excited. But strangely, halfway through the sketching, the excitent and inspiration drained away beneath the tedious lines.
Ultimately stopping midway, never to find the initial thrill again.
How could this be?
But now, maybe due to the threat nearby, just like when the human body encounters a virus, it automatically mobilizes antibodies, even doubling its resistance... At this mont, suddenly every cell in her body ignited, burning fiercely.
A voice inside her kept reminding her: focus on the work, focus on the work, focus on the work!
It was as if the pen at her fingertips was infused with vitality, sketching rapidly, lines precise, expressions clear... She was surprised to see her once abandoned design coming back to life, becoming whole again!
The first draft was declared complete in just half an hour!
Happily, she erased the excess lines, blew the rubber debris away. Her mood, like the rubber debris, soared high.
She even... in her excitent, subconsciously looked up and cast him a glance.
In that glance, she forgot to hide her joy and confidence, forgot to—quickly cover up with hostility and vigilance.
Thus, in that fleeting mont, he raised his eyebrows at her, but in Lan’s eyes, there surfaced a hint of mirth.
At that mont... she and him, almost locked eyes, smiling at each other.
Realizing the peculiarity of the mont, she quickly withdrew her gaze in fright and frowned, burying her head back.
Inwardly scolding herself: Yan Jian, what are you doing?!
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