"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…" he said gruffly, staring at her.

  She reached down to wrap her hand around his forearm tightly, squeezing as he rode the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

  "You grow more beautiful with each passing day. How is it even possible?"

  He continued to rub circles until she became too sensitive, at which point she pushed him away. "I can't," she breathed as she tried to compose herself.

  "Qian Meng… baby…" Qingchen shuffled back and leaned over her carefully to press his lips to hers. She moaned into his kiss and whimpered when he pulled away.

  "Qingchen," she whined.

  "Hold on," he said lowly. "I'll be right back."

  He walked towards the bathroom and it was only then she realized what a mess she was. Mo Qingchen's semen was splattered across her chest. Some of it had even gotten in the ends of her hair. It was unfortunate because it would dry quickly.

  Mo Qingchen returned a few moments later with a washcloth. He stood over her as he wiped her hair first. He slowly cleaned her chest but all she could do was laugh. His efforts were sweet and appreciated but it didn't do much good for how sweaty her body was. All the washcloth did was make her boobs jiggle around.

  "Why are you laughing? I am trying to help you, you know?" he said with a smile.

  "Help me?" she laughed, making her boobs jiggle even more. "This is your mess, Mr. Mo."

  "You asked for it!" he answered, laughing heartily. "I admit, I might be making some motions to see your boobs move around enticingly."

  She grinned as she shoved his arm. "Shut up. I honestly think my best get is to get in the shower."

  He nodded. "Probably. A bath is not good for you."

  "It's in my hair."

  He looked guilty. "I'll help you wash it out."

  His phone started ringing then and he left the washcloth sitting on her chest as he went to his nightstand to get it.

  "I have to take this," he said as he unplugged it from the charger. "I was expecting the call yesterday. Hop in the shower. I will be there in just a minute."

  She hummed in response.

  "Come here. Give me a kiss."

  She obeyed with a smile and rose from the bed carefully and took two steps towards him to meet him in the middle for a quick peck on the lips. His lips had barely parted from hers when he swiped his finger across the phone to pick up the call, probably just a second before he missed it.

  "Mo Qingchen," he barked into the phone, his tone carrying the authoritative bite it always did when he was talking business.

  She left him to his conversation and hurried to the bathroom to wash herself. She went straight to the shower and turned the water on. Stepping under the water was sweet relief. She had gotten a new bottle of body wash that was barely scented because she couldn't stand the ones she used before. At least they were all from her brand.

  She could hear Mo Qingchen and knew that he was either talking really loudly or even yelling. She didn't envy the person on the other side of the line. Angry Mo Qingchen wasn't pretty. Combine that with the ruthlessness with which he handled business, she definitely felt bad for the person.

  The conversation didn't last long. She had barely finished washing her body when Mo Qingchen slipped into the shower. She tried to assess his facial expression but he didn't look bothered at all.

  "Is everything okay?" she asked, taking a step back as he stepped in.

  "Of course. Why?"

  "You sounded a little upset on the phone call," she admitted.

  He scoffed. "That? It was nothing. I had to be aggressive in this case to drive results." Typical Mo Qingchen. "It smells good in here."

  She grinned in response.

  "Do you know what is better?" he prompted. She raised her brow in question. "The view." His gaze went up and down her naked body appreciatively.

  And just like that, he dropped his business persona. He was not the billionaire businessman. He was her Mo Qingchen, the version of himself that he only allowed her to see.

  "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked with playful suspicion.

  "Nothing," she shrugged. "I just love seeing you like this."

  "Explain," he said softly as he closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his face in her neck, kissing across her skin and she had to concentrate not to lose her train of thought.

  "You appear disconnected with the world to others, but in front of me, you are completely different. I like that."

  He pulled away from her neck, his eyes sparkling.

  "Are you trying to tell me that I am whipped?"

  Qian Meng rolled her eyes, shoving at his chest, but he didn't budge or let go.

  "I'm being serious."

  "I know." He paused. "You created this soft side when you made me fall for you."

  "I made you fall in love with me?" He had made it sound like a hostage situation.

  "Yes. You seduced me. A slow and torturous seduction." He grinned widely as he dipped his head down to find her lips. "I never stood a chance."

  "I love you," she whispered against his skin.

  "I'm yours," he answered. "And the babies." He caressed her stomach. And then he washed his semen out of her hair.

  It was a perfect romance.

  "Enough. Let's get you dry and warm," Mo Qingchen said softly. He led her out of the bathroom and toweled her dry before putting her clothes on.

  After inspecting that she was fully dressed and warm, he slowly carried her to the bed.

  "Do you think that babies get motion sickness when we are being intimate?" Qian Meng asked out of the blue.