As that word left her mouth, her body froze as she realized what she had done. Once upon a time, when she was also lost in the heat of the moment, she had blurted out his name, and he had told her coldly, "Have I given you permission to call my name in such a manner?"

And now he is treating me so kindly. Is it because he has another trick up his sleeves?

While she was worrying, Qin Yinan heard her call, gripped her waist, and entered her even deeper. She was completely unprepared, and a seductive moan escaped her lips. It was soft yet incredibly powerful as it started a wildfire that burned through every cell of the man's body.

It started gentle and full of care, but he started to lose control of himself and his desire. There seemed to be a ball of fire stuck in his chest. He had no idea what it was or what it represented, but the closer they were, the brighter it burned and the better he felt.

She tried her best to submit to the aggression the man was directing her way. Under his relentless assault, her defenses collapsed. Her hands that were gripping the mattress curled around his neck to grip his shoulders. Her touch sent a violent shudder down her body. Instead of disgust, it seemed like it only made his desire for her grow even stronger.

It was a long time later before things became peaceful again.

She was exhausted, so exhausted that she did not feel like moving or even think about what had happened between them. She just wanted to fall asleep.

Hugging her, he was feeling the same way. The air around them was filled with the smell of what they had done. Perhaps because he had allowed himself to fall too deep into his desire, it took him a while to recover from the haze of sensuality and passion. It was not until then that he realized at the very last moment, when they both reached the climax, their hands had involuntarily sought out each other. That was how they were then, their fingers intertwined.

It was something lovers did to send the other their love, to show the desire to hold the other's hand to the end of days.

Qin Yinan frowned as he turned around slightly to look at their intertwining hands.

He could still remember it was he who actively went to grab her hand. He grabbed her hand, and when his fingers crossed with hers, the woman's body shook as if with disbelief.

These few days, he had been acting so strange and so unlike himself that he could not even understand what was happening.

After a while, Qin Yinan's gaze moved away from their hands to fall on her sleeping face. He stared at her for quite some time before he realized he had lost himself looking at her.

He knew he should release her hand and stop hugging her as they fell asleep, but when this thought crossed his mind, it only compelled him to hug her closer, and his hand tightened around hers.

…

After sending Mrs. Cheng off, Qin Yinan drove Cheng Qingchong back to the city. On the drive, he received a call from his secretary, asking when he would arrive at the company.

After finishing the call, Qin Yinan turned to ask Cheng Qingchong, "Where are you off to?"

Cheng Qingchong turned to look out the window. They were not far from Four Seasons, so she said, "Can you drop me off at the hotel? I haven't reported for work for a long time."

Qin Yinan nodded kindly and turned the steering wheel, making a right on the upcoming junction.

Without Mrs. Cheng, there seemed to be a noticeable lack of conversation between them.

Qin Yinan stole glances at Cheng Qingchong through the rear-view mirror, and the woman was perhaps still exhausted from the night before because her face was pale. She was leaning back against the headrest with her eyes closed, as if catching up on sleep.