Like You're A King

When Qing Chen put the last folder on the done pile, he breathed out a heavy breath. Finally done for the day, he whispered in his mind and leaned against the huge backrest of his seat. He closed his eyes and thought if this was how his father ran the company. No wonder he was always working.

He lifted his lids a little and saw the sleeping form of Feng Xuan on the couch. She looked like she was in deep sleep. He glanced on the clock and found that it was almost nine in the evening and they have not had any dinner yet.

He flicked his lamp light off and walked towards the couch. He sat down next to her and slid a hand on the curve of her hip. Feng Xuan stirred. He squeezed gently and she opened her eyes.

She looked around first, taking in the darkness. "Did you finish everything?"

"Yeah," he offered her a smile. "Do you want to get some dinner?"

"I thought you're going to show me something?"