Cen Ye walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. In that bear hug, he asked, "Is writing that interesting?"
She frowned subconsciously and said, "Don't touch my hands."
He didn't listen, instead lowering his head to nuzzle into her collar. Xu Xunsheng thought that her calligraphy practice was over, sighed, and tossed the brush aside. Cen Ye liked her mature but indulgent demeanor and simply scooped her up into his arms and onto the chair for a more thorough intimacy.
Strangely, Xu Xunsheng could now discern his emotions from the intensity and manner of his kisses. Today, they were rather sloppy and chaotic. After he had his "fill," his breathing seemed to even out. She stroked his head and said, "No one is perfect. However, the mistake your brother made is indeed something I cannot accept. He has now faced censure. Take care of your sister-in-law and child, and deal with the studio carefully. Everything will get better."