Jun had already straightened his body. 。The hand adorned with a precious watch retracted, and then those phoenix eyes stared intently as the youth opened his eyes. At first, there was still some moist...Ning Shu's cheeks were flushed, she slightly lifted her eyes, and watched the paintings around her with her gaze.

Then, her gaze stopped on the drawing board before her.

Then the young man raised his hand and lightly touched it. A new painting appeared, showing him with a slightly flushed face leaning against something, his hair tips slightly damp, clinging to his skin, as white and delicate as snow.

The hot spring water had not left that fair bosom, and a few drops slid over the delicate collarbone.

The exposed tender redness had a strange, alluring crimson hue. It was an indescribable shade of decadent beauty.

Ning Shu stared at the painting before her, momentarily stunned. She then gave a sheepish smile, pursed her lips, and lightly tapped her fingers forward.

I think the painting looks normal, but also abnormal.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I want to reach out and take down the painting.

The edge of his earlobe was flushed with a faint warmth. Qi Jun raised his hand and grasped it.

Then he said, "Secretary Ning, do you still remember the day we went to soak in the hot springs"

Ning Shu pursed her lips; of course, she remembered. That day, she and Qi Jun had gone to soak in hot springs, and afterward, because it was too comfortable, they had accidentally dozed off.

Then he woke up and saw Qi Zong's handsome and refined face.

But he never would have thought that the other party would draw him asleep like this. He also wouldn't have expected that the painting Qi Jun showed him was of himself.

Qi Jun let out a low chuckle, his breath fanning the sensitive skin on the young man's neck.

Then, he raised his hand and said in a calm tone: "I've always remembered what Ms. Ning looked like that day, so I drew it."

Ning Shu's earlobes flushed red, her gaze falling upon the painting. Her cheeks burned as she instinctively averted her eyes.

But her hand was seized by a man.

Qi Jun grabbed his hand, then lifted it. He extended it forward, while whispering, "Ms. Ning's skin is so fair, even if painted, it wouldn't be half as beautiful as Ms. Ning..."

Ning Shu's fingertips lightly grazed the drawing board, and he shivered slightly, wanting to pull his hand back.

Qi Jun, however, moved it slightly downwards, to the soft lips of the young man in the painting: "Ning's secretary has a very soft tongue..."

Ning Shu's ears trembled slightly, allowing the man to hold his hand and move it further down.

Then it reached the neck.

Qi Jun lowered his head and gently kissed the back of his neck: "Here, Secretary Ning is very itchy, right"

Ning Shu pursed her lips, her body trembling slightly, wanting to dodge. But there was nowhere to hide, so she could only speak in a voice that trembled a little: "... Mr. Qi, have you finished looking"

Qi Jun lowered his head and said, "No."

He raised his hand, but then released the youth's fingers. Then those slender fingertips lifted up, and were placed in that precise spot.

Rosy-red.

Ning Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He stared at the spot for a while, feeling as if his own place had also been gently touched.

His fingertips hovered just above it, he gave it a slight twist, then retracted his hand. He continued in his calm and composed voice, "There are many more paintings. I would like Secretary Ning to take a look."

Ning Shu sat in the man's arms.

Qi Jun's clothes were creased where he was pressed against the youth, aside from his hand resting on the young man's waist.

He remained as elegant and refined as ever.

As he was speaking.

Qi Jun raised his hand, as if touching a switch. One of the paintings revealed its true face.

Ning Shu couldn't help but look up.

The young man in the painting bent down, his handsome fingers stroking the cat's head.

Only a hint of fair chin was visible.

But the hair is soft, and the aura around her feels especially calming.

Qi Jun said in a low voice, "The first time I met Secretary Ning was in this kind of scene, but I didn't see Secretary Ning's face."

Ning Shu took a close look. At that time, he was feeding the cat and didn't pay attention to the people passing by.

He opened his mouth and said, “Qi Zong... why would you have an impression of me”

He felt ordinary and unremarkable, especially compared to someone like Qi Jun who had seen so many outstanding people. But why was the other party uniquely interested in him Ning Shu didn't think it was his kindness that had moved the other party, after all, there were plenty of others like him.

"Because Ms. Ning looked very approachable at first glance," Qi Jun said slowly, then raised his hand again.

Then another painting also revealed its true face.

The young man sat on the man's lap, his cheeks flushed slightly and his eyes glazed over, as if he were a little drunk.

while the man's other hand rested on the youth's waist, encircling it.

She lowered her head slightly, her narrow phoenix eyes fixed on him.

Ning Shu couldn't help but stiffen, he seemed to recall which scene this was.

That was a fragment that flashed through his mind the day after he woke up drunk.

Back then, he thought he was drunk and that's why he climbed on Qi Zong's body.

But now…

Ning Shu was no longer sure.

"Secretary Ning, when drunk, is twice as quiet as usual." Qi Jun said slowly in a low voice, "And she becomes much more obedient too."

He continued in a calm voice, "I just don't believe Secretary Ning's weight. Secretary Ning should just climb into my arms herself."

Ning Shu felt ashamed. He knew that he would do some embarrassing things after drinking too much. For example, when he was in university, there was once a dormitory gathering where he had a few sips of alcohol and then sat there silently because he got drunk.

Then Ning Shu ran over and hugged the railing, saying to it, "You've gotten so thin...you should eat more."

My roommate laughed for half a year.

But he never expected that he would do something so embarrassing.

Climb onto Qi Zong's body and sit in his arms.

Probably seeing the young man's slightly ashamed expression.

Qi Jun couldn't help but chuckle softly, then whispered: "However, Secretary Ning's weight is indeed a bit light."

His hand encircled the youth's waist, his voice a low, magnetic rumble as he continued, "Such a slender waist, so thin."

Ning Shu no longer wanted to hear, his cheeks flushed with shame, but he could only lower his eyelashes, turn away, and then pursed his lips and said: "...I don't remember what happened that day..."

"Please don't take offense, Mr. Qi."

"I don't think it's an offense," Qi Jun said calmly. "After all, I've wanted to do this to Secretary Ning for a long time."

He opened another painting, this one depicting Ning Shu sleeping in bed.

The young man slept in bed, revealing his fair and white neck. His quiet and soft black hair stuck there, making him seem unusually well-behaved.

Ning Shu carefully looked around the scene and found that it was actually her own home.

He lay on his side in bed, the clothes outlining the slight curve of his waist, Ning Shu's hand resting beside his face.

Then she slept peacefully, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her lips unnaturally red.

I couldn't help but kiss Ms. Ning here.

Qi Jun raised his hand and touched the young man's soft neck.

He said calmly, “Because Ms. Ning looked at the time as if she wanted me to do something impulsive.”

Ning Shu shrank her fingers slightly, she seemed to recall that night, the back of her neck, being touched by something.

But because my consciousness was a little blurry, I don't remember it very clearly.

He couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.

If it had been before, Ning Shu would have firmly refused Qi Zong's ambiguous advances. She might even have accused him, but now they are in an improper relationship between superiors and subordinates.

So Qi Jun could do anything to him at this point.

Ning Shu couldn't help but slowly say, "So I came to the president's office at Qi Zong's meaning"

Qi Jun didn't deny it, instead he said: "In their eyes, you were chosen."

Ning Shu knew what he meant. In the eyes of others, he was just a lucky accident to become Qi Zong's secretary.

Actually, he left through the back door, which was personally opened by Mr. Qi.

Ning Shu had thought at the time that she was lucky, and now she thought it must have been arranged.

It's like being Qi Yan's teacher.

"Ms. Ning, can you guess what I did with this painting"

Qi Jun lowered his eyes and said,

Ning Shu didn't speak. He looked at this kind of painting, and it was hard to imagine what a man would use it for.

But he still opened his mouth and said: "If I guessed correctly, Mr. Qi can let me down"

Qi Jun, however, said, "Good."

He reached out and gently touched the young man's soft, white earlobe.

“Then Ning’s secretary guessed, “I wonder what you used it for”

Ning Shu's gaze returned to the painting. He said, "Could it be that President Qi took it to participate in a competition"

This was the only possibility he could think of.

But Qi Jun said, "I won't let anyone see you like this."

Ning Shu's cheeks flushed, and she continued to wildly speculate.

But he guessed several wrong.

He suddenly didn't quite know what the true purpose of this painting was.

The young man stared at the painting with a hint of confusion.

Qi Jun walked over and said in a low voice, "...that painting was ruined, so I painted a new one, the one that Secretary Ning saw."

Ning Shu didn't know what it meant to get dirty at first, but soon an image of the man bending his arms flashed through his mind,

He instantly felt terrible.

He instantly curled up, like a boiled shrimp.

Ning Shu stared at the painting, pursed her lips.

He still doesn't know how Qi Jun managed to dirty the painting.

Perhaps understanding the youth's thoughts, Qi Jun picked up the painting.

Then, in a calm voice, he said, "The image of Ms. Ning that you described has stayed with me for a very long time…"

"So when I got back, I couldn't wait to paint." Qi Jun said politely, "I tore down the painting and couldn't help but do something bad..."

"Because it seemed like Ms. Ning was looking at me."

Then she got it dirty.

When Qi Jun said this, he couldn't help but lower his head and sniff the faint body fragrance of the young man.

His eyes glistened with the surging darkness of night.

He continued, his throat tightening a little: "But it seems Secretary Ning doesn't like men."

"He's still hiding from me."

Ning Shu discovered he had changed direction. Qi Jun pinched his chin and said, "I found that Secretary Ning was hiding from me. I really want to threaten you into staying by my side."old now, 。He's not young anymore, but the calm aura about him makes people reluctant to act recklessly in front of him. 。Ning Shu has always had a respectful attitude towards elders, and the head of...