Guessing Game?

Tang Zheng's grin grew. "Not possessive? Really?"

Li Na's eyes narrowed. "Shut up, Tang Zheng."

He laughed, pulling her close. "I love how transparent you are, Li Na."

"..."

"You know nothing."

His lips brushed against her ear. "I know, baby. I know."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Immensely."

The phone, quiet only a moment ago, started ringing again. 

Tang Zheng sighed, his bare chest rising and falling as he sat up on the bed. "Damn it," he muttered, as he pushed himself off her.

Li Na couldn't help but stare as he slowly slid to the edge of the bed, his strong, broad shoulders tense and his movements carefully controlled. The sheets rustled softly as he leaned over to grab the phone from the bedside table. Her gaze followed him, mesmerized by the way the muscles in his back flexed and rippled as he straightened up, phone pressed to his ear.