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  Shen Fanxing’s face turned crimson instantly.

  She pressed her hands on Bo Jinchuan’s shoulders to put some distance between them. “Stop fooling around. Are you really not eating anymore?”


  “Can I have something else?”


  Bo Jinchuan replied airily as he inched nearer to kiss her chin.

  Shen Fanxing froze and turned her head before she pushed the man away.

  “Don’t joke around. It’s fine if you don’t want to eat. Don’t you have work to do?”


  Bo Jinchuan gave a light sigh and turned to survey the leftover food on the coffee table. He picked up his chopsticks slowly.

  The food had turned cold, but the man carried on eating leisurely.

  Shen Fanxing turned her head to watch him. She reached out to grab his chopsticks and said, “Don’t eat it if you don’t want to. The food is cold.”


  Bo Jinchuan turned to glance at her before wrapping his arm around her waist. He took another bite of the food.

  “Hey, Bo Jinchuan…”


  Shen Fanxing bit her lips, feeling conflicted all of a sudden. She had wanted him to eat more because he had too little. Looking at him now, she felt as though she had coerced him to do so.

  She reached out to grab his hand, not wanting him to eat anymore.

  “Don’t eat anymore.”


  Bo Jinchuan looked at her silently.

  That gaze made Shen Fanxing feel even more guilty.

  She cupped his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his cheek.

  “Don’t eat anymore. The food has turned cold.”


  “But if I’m not eating, I will have to continue working.”


  Pleased by her kiss, Bo Jinchuan finally responded.

  “Yes, you’re supposed to be working overtime.”


  Bo Jinchuan wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, “You’re leaving because I’m working?”


  Shen Fanxing paused before saying, “Yeah. Your work is more important. I don’t want to disturb you.”


  “Then I’d rather eat more cold food.”


  Shen Fanxing contemplated for a long time before saying hesitantly,

  “Bo Jinchuan, you succumb so easily to lust.”


  “Look at how capable you are.”


  Shen Fanxing fell silent for a while as words lingered on the tip of her tongue. In the end, she changed her mind and said, “Women destroy nations.”


  Bo Jinchuan grinned as he quipped cheekily, “Don’t worry, I can separate work from my personal life.”


  Shen Fanxing pursed her lips and said, “That’s good… Alright, you really have to start working. Don’t go home too late.”


  Bo Jinchuan didn’t let go of her and said, “Stay here and accompany me. I’m about to complete my work soon. You can sleep on the couch first and I’ll send you back later.”


  These few sentences had succeeded in anticipating all of Shen Fanxing’s excuses to reject him. She could also see the faint anticipation gleaming in Bo Jinchuan’s eyes. Hence, she could only nod and wait for him on the couch.

  Satisfied, Bo Jinchuan stroked her face affectionately before traipsing back to his desk.

  The room was silent.

  Shen Fanxing lay on the couch and she gazed at the working man quietly.

  His sharp, perfect features were illuminated by the light. His shirt was clean and immaculate. He held a shiny black pen between his long fingers. He lowered his head slightly, as his eyes swept across the document in his hand. Occasionally, he would write something or circle some words with his pen.

  He was cautious, calm and intelligent.

  Amidst the silence, there was an unspeakable charm.

  Shen Fanxing gazed at him, her expression and eyes unreadable.

  In the end, lethargic won and she rested her head on the couch and fell asleep.

  The room was so silent one could hear a pin drop. Other than the sound of the pen moving across the paper, only the sounds of their breathing existed.

  Bo Jinchuan had been paying furtive attention to Shen Fanxing. It was only when he heard her heavy and even breathing that he got up. He strode to his private room to get a blanket to cover her.

  Shen Fanxing was in a deep sleep, but she woke up when Bo Jinchuan lifted her up.