Ling Qingyu twisted the doorknob and entered. Her eyes tried to find Yang Qingyue's figure. A set of furniture was seated in the center, to entertain the guest.
In the corner near the glass wall, covered by the curtain to shade sunlight, Ling Qingyu found a busy figure, scribbling on the desk.
Ling Qingyu's lips curled up and she closed the door behind, locking it. A click ushered like a hammer, Yang Qingyue paused and reached out her hand under the desk at the same time as she looked at the intruder.
After all, no good person would enter one's room and locked the doorway. Only malicious person would act in such a manner.
Of course, Ling Qingyu naturally saw Yang Qingyue's reaction and coughed. She knew her lover was dead serious. Yang Qingyue was obviously reaching for a gun, possibly concealed and holstered under the table.
"You're not going to kill your husband, right?" Ling Qingyu teased.
Yang Qingyue's tense muscle relaxed instantly, hearing the voice and seeing Ling Qingyu with her eyes. "You scare me."
"How come? This is the safest area." Ling Qingyu shrugged.
"You don't understand. There's no definitive range for corruption. Who knows someone has been bought to kill me?" Yang Qingyue sighed and said.
"Well then, I'm sorry to frighten you my love." Ling Qingyu said.
Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes. "Too late for that. You must compensate me."
"Naturally, what do you need? Weapons? Vehicles? Helicopters?" Ling Qingyu tapped her chin.
Yang Qingyue was speechless. She suspected Ling Qingyu spoke on purpose to irritate her. Was she that type of woman who sought benefits by taking advantage of love? Hmm, though a bit, Ling Qingyu mustn't state it too obviously.
And what the heck Ling Qingyu meant by weapons? Well, she forgot, Ling Qingyu's guards were armed and self-sufficient. Ling Qingyu's powerful machine rivaled or even surpassed Provincial power.
"I seem to want nothing when you speak this way." Yang Qingyue replied. "Wait a minute. I just realize—what do you call yourself?" Yang Qingyue's cold eyes laid on Ling Qingyu.
"Hmmm… Husband?" Ling Qingyu froze. "Am I not?"
"Why not me?" Yang Qingyue was curious to hear Ling Qingyu's answer.
"Well, I'm the most provider so the title suits me." Ling Qingyu was proud of her words.
Yang Qingyue's eyelids twitched. "But you never won me in our duel."
Ling Qingyu blushed, recognizing the reality. The duel, they were talking about referred to lovemaking. It couldn't be helped her strong physique had a major weakness of being too sensitive.
"Who says I lose? It's just me being more considerate of my love." Ling Qingyu lied without hesitation. A shame she always lost but she didn't think it was her incapability; it must be her softheartedness toward close ones that was interfering.
"You sure, Sister Ling?" Yang Qingyue smirked.
Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes. It didn't matter whether she was above or below, so long as the two could enjoy the ultimate bliss. Nonetheless, Ling Qingyu sighed in dissatisfaction against the two's progress.
Both hadn't pass the last stage, still limiting to physical touch and kisses. Otherwise, Ling Qingyu guaranteed she could prove later who was stronger.
No way in hell could Yang Qingyue's endurance and stamina kept up with Ling Qingyu's. Moreover, in this month, she and Yang Qingyue sadly hadn't dove deeper because of work schedule and pursuing certain goals.
"Why don't we try out? We have our time to test the results." Ling Qingyu shrugged.
"Is that the reason why you locked the door?" Yang Qingyue turned her gaze toward the entrance and looked strangely at Ling Qingyu as if saying she was really a pervert always thinking about explicit stuffs. "I thought there's something more important."
"Nothing is more important than being with you, my dear." Ling Qingyu walked closer, stripping off the windbreaker covering her body and threw it onto the seats behind. She took a slow pace, menacingly over the Police Chief.
Yang Qingyue gulped and leaned back. Though she had confidence to suppress Ling Qingyu in terms of skills before, why did the current Ling Qingyu appear scarier than ever before.
But she was already sitting and had nowhere to hide. Her back against the soft cushion as Yang Qingyue helplessly accepted Ling Qingyu sitting astride on top of her.
Perhaps, she might not be too resistant to Ling Qingyu's approach at all and was stumped on the seat, thrilled yet terrified. The imaginary scene of being encountered by her subordinates and losing all her face scared Yang Qingyue.
However, in the blood rushing moment before it ever began, her heart thumped with excitement.
Ling Qingyu brushed her knuckles gently over Yang Qingyue's cheek, bringing tingles and short small gasps.
As soon as Yang Qingyue's defense fell, Ling Qingyu exploited her open lips. The kiss didn't last long before Ling Qingyu withdrew, staring into Yang Qingyue's watery eyes.
Cupping Yang Qingyue's exquisite face, Ling Qingyu kissed again, this time with more fervor and passion, and a little aggression.
Ling Qingyu enjoyed Yang Qingyue's cute reaction, entangling tongues as if to suck away all the remaining vitalities.
When Yang Qingyue's hands moved, Ling Qingyu immediately grabbed both of the wrists and locked them above Yang Qingyue's head.
"What's the matter?" Yang Qingyue was stunned.
"I like to discover what it feels like to force on an officer." Ling Qingyu whispered near Yang Qingyue's ears, causing chills and pleasurable shivers down the spine.
Goosebumps appeared on the neck. Didn't know whether Ling Qingyu noticed Yang Qingyue's mood, she licked the delicious whitened skin before savoring completely with her lips.
Moaning Yang Qingyue tried to resist to take back control but to no avail. She was astonished, in the midst of love exchange, Ling Qingyu's strength was so terrifying, completely day and night from what she knew previously.
Ling Qingyu dragged a pair of Yang Qingyue's hands behind her back, arching the beautiful body backward and making the chest more prominent.
Ling Qingyu freed one of her hands and placed it on Yang Qingyue's left breast. Covered by uniform and bra underneath, the hand couldn't sense anything but continued to stroke, pressing and brushing, in rhythm to the kiss.
Yang Qingyue sank deeper in the sea of pleasure. Her mouth occupied, her chest being played, her thighs pressed by Ling Qingyu's weight, her hands locked behind, Yang Qingyue was powerless but she instantly realized Ling Qingyu used only one hand to restrain hers.
When she struggled again, Yang Qingyue's eyes widen and her mouth even cried in dissatisfaction because she couldn't free herself. What a monstrous strength?
Although Yang Qingyue didn't utilize her full force and her faulty position also couldn't generate enough strength, from her observation, Ling Qingyu didn't burst out her entire strength.
Ling Qingyu's expression remained stoic and relaxed in contrast to her wrinkled face when Yang Qingyue fought back.
"Now, you understand, who's your husband, my wife?" Ling Qingyu murmured between her breaths and kissed Yang Qingyue's chin, cheeks, forehead, even eyebrows, lightly as if in awe of a gorgeous artwork.
"You better release me now, Ling Qingyu!" Yang Qingyue hissed in protest. "Else, you'll be left out cold in the future. Do you dare..hmm..."
Ling Qingyu shut Yang Qingyue's mouth and nibbled on the lips.