“What the… mmph!”
Chi Zhan was still trying to make sense of what Zhou Yanxing had just said when the man suddenly shoved the laptop aside and kissed him—without so much as a warning.
He hadn’t expected that the very first thing Zhou Yanxing would do after waking up was… this. Seriously, had the man never heard of professional boundaries? But Chi Zhan didn’t have the luxury to scold him. He could barely speak with how thoroughly he was being kissed.
These romance targets all seemed to have an innate mastery of the “Kiss” skill. Give them a single chance to practice and they’d level up like mad. Only Chi Zhan remained utterly uninterested, his learning curve for kissing completely out of sync with his otherwise exemplary skill set.
Clumsy didn’t even begin to describe it. Just keeping up with Zhou Yanxing was already exhausting.
And yet, Zhou Yanxing found that very clumsiness irresistibly endearing.
He finally drew back a little, giving Chi Zhan space to breathe. The secretary couldn’t speak; he could only glare at him in a silent rebuke: This is the office. How can you do this here?!
Just a month ago, when Chi Zhan had first set foot in this break room, he’d privately assessed it as an ideal location for office play—soundproofed, secluded, and out of sight once the door was shut.
What he hadn’t expected was that a month later, he’d be the one having said office play… with Zhou Yanxing.
Life was unpredictable.
And often ridiculous.
Zhou Yanxing, for one, clearly had no complaints. In fact, he seemed positively delighted. Even a single glance from Chi Zhan was enough to reignite his desire—he was bursting with happiness, to the point where he needed an outlet for all that emotion.
“Wanna touch?” Zhou Yanxing caught Chi Zhan’s wrist and guided his hand toward him. His black dress shirt hung loosely on his frame, not a single button fastened. Beneath the slick, cool fabric, his sculpted chest and firm abs were faintly visible, all taut lines and muscle from years of training.
Even with the lights off, the glow from the laptop screen was enough for Zhou Yanxing to catch the flush rising to the tips of Chi Zhan’s ears. His fingertips, cold at first, were now beginning to heat up with the contact.
“Why are you pulling away?” Zhou Yanxing pinned down Chi Zhan’s struggling hand again. “You like it, don’t you? I knew it. You’re into my body.” His lips curved in a smirk as his voice dropped low and husky, full of unspoken temptation. “You’ve been staring since the first time I changed in front of you. Didn’t even blink. And right here…” He guided Chi Zhan’s fingers. “Come on, admit it. How long did you stare at this spot?”
Chi Zhan’s lips were tightly pressed together. He had stared, sure—but it was just out of innocent curiosity and admiration, okay? Maybe with a dash of aspiration, since he’d really like to work out and get a body like that himself someday. But he had not ogled. Definitely not. How the hell did Zhou Yanxing even notice?
If he could, Secretary Chi would launch himself straight into space right now and live on a deserted asteroid—anything to avoid this absolute social death.
His trembling fingers pulled away again, but Zhou Yanxing wouldn’t let go. He forced Chi Zhan to touch the so-called “favorite” spots while murmuring soft reassurances.
“It’s time for work… President Zhou,” Chi Zhan said, doing his best to stay lucid, though his gaze was already starting to blur.
“Mmm. Yeah.” Zhou Yanxing gave a vague grunt of agreement, repeating a promise he’d already made several times. “Just one more round. I’ll be quick.”
“……”
By the time everything was said and done, over an hour had passed.
Chi Zhan’s shirt was rumpled beyond recognition. As he fumbled with the buttons, his hands kept slipping—until another pair of hands reached over to help.
“Let go,” Chi Zhan snapped, shooting Zhou Yanxing a glare.
“You can’t go out like that,” Zhou Yanxing said, clearly in an excellent mood. He didn’t bother fixing his own disheveled clothes, but carefully smoothed out Chi Zhan’s collar to cover his exposed collarbones. “Here. Wear my pants.”
Chi Zhan all but hissed the words through gritted teeth. “No need.”
President Zhou wasn’t exactly a scoundrel—but he was the living embodiment of pushy persistence. He was also very, very patient. He waited until Chi Zhan finally caved before even starting to bargain.
“No breaking up once it’s over.”
“You can be mad, but don’t ignore me.”
“Kiss me—ow, not so hard.”
Chi Zhan was about to lose his mind. He had no idea how many utterly humiliating conditions he’d agreed to in the heat of the moment. Now that the fog in his brain was finally lifting, regret came rushing in like a tidal wave.
He should never have said yes to Zhou Yanxing.
Quickly putting himself back together, Chi Zhan said coolly, “President Zhou, I’m heading out first.”
And before Zhou Yanxing could respond, he yanked open the door and strode out.
Zhou Yanxing, meanwhile, finally headed into the restroom. His shoulder was still throbbing. That bite from Chi Zhan hadn’t exactly been gentle—it had even broken skin a little. He looked at the mirror, saw the faint trace of blood… and grinned.
Getting Chi Zhan riled up like that? Not an easy feat.
Chi Zhan, of course, had no idea what Zhou Yanxing was thinking. He just felt like everything about his body was off. He’d only done a quick touch-up earlier—he needed to check properly in the restroom now. But before he could even get there, a stack of work was already headed his way.
“Secretary Chi, here’s the schedule for the upcoming meeting. President Zhou doesn’t seem to be in his office. I knocked a few times but didn’t hear anything. Will he be able to make it?”
“…I’ll get in touch with him.”
Flipping through the meeting documents, he frowned. “There’s a session with Panda Live later?”
“Oh, that one was added last minute,” the assistant said nervously. “President Su just finalized it. Everyone was only just gathered, and they’re leaving tomorrow, so we had to move it up to this afternoon. Is that… a problem?”
Secretary Chi looked a little pale. Was he not feeling well?
Chi Zhan pressed his lips together.
“It should be fine. I’ll update President Zhou—don’t worry.”
His gaze fell to the list of participants for the meeting.
Qi Song’s name stood out immediately.
So, Seven would be showing up… too?
For some reason, a strange sense of foreboding crept up his spine.
