You have to admit, the last phrase "leak" is indeed a powerful weapon. Although Yu Zexiao doesn’t mind her staining the bedsheet with a red plum blossom, if drawing a map could be avoided, then obviously it would be better not to draw a map.
Of course, he won’t back down that quickly. His hand paused slightly: "You were wrong? But why do I feel like you’re not admitting to it?"
This sentence was practically a reminder to her. Taking advantage of his pause, Jian Anning immediately sat up and hugged his neck, planted two fierce kisses on his lips, and laughed ingratiatingly: "I just knew my Zexiao is the most generous, the most considerate, the most gentle, and definitely the best man who won’t nitpick with his wife!"
Of course, to avoid losing out, she emphasized those last few words "won’t nitpick."
This made even the stern expression on Yu Zexiao’s face soften a bit. How did he never realize Jian Anning had such an ingratiating quality?
How could he know that Jian Anning used to be in human resource management? In a big company’s HR department, although not dealing with such trivial matters, she had encountered all sorts of people. Since she came to work by Yu Zexiao’s side, she became more meticulous and earnest due to the nature of her current work.
As Yu Zexiao’s assistant, she only needs to manage everything, taking care of all the mess he creates. Although there are more trivial matters, it’s far simpler than the past complicated environment where deception and backstabbing were rampant.
However, once she has to deal with media and other issues, her executive skills quickly return.
At this moment, holding such a precious treasure, Yu Zexiao hardly has any mind to "blame" her. Yet, both of them have tidied up by now, lying on the sickbed. With Jian Anning’s playful movements, he promptly experiences a chemical reaction.
To his dismay, in the past, he could still tussle with her, but today, she has posted an "exemption card." He has no chance to fool around with her, making him frustrated beyond words.
"Get down, get down." He couldn’t explain himself, immediately issuing the command.
Jian Anning heard his odd tone and thought he was just playing with her, so she laughed, clinging to him like an octopus even more. She even intentionally rubbed against him, pressing her full chest against his firm, defined chest: "Honey, dear darling husband, don’t be mad. Tell me, what will it take for you to forgive me? Even if it’s ’punishment,’ I’m willing to accept it."
She remembered the last time Yu Zexiao mentioned ’punishment,’ was making her massage his waist for half a day — showing she had been thoroughly tormented. But now, she’s not afraid at all because she has an "exemption card." Surely, Yu Zexiao isn’t keen on "battling through blood," right?
Yet, what she didn’t anticipate was that Yu Zexiao was precisely worried about this. Jian Anning was entirely clinging to him, arms wrapped around his neck, long legs coiled around his waist. Especially disheartening for him was that her coveted area was now conveniently close to his little Yu Zexiao. With her careless twisting and turning, his little Yu Zexiao has gradually and steadily awoken from its slumber!