Hua Zhen was an extremely irresponsible leader. He had been a hands-off boss for over five hundred years, shoving nearly everything in the West onto his own housekeeper.
As for Kesha, she had always been a strong, capable woman who could handle anything perfectly without needing his concern. That was why he felt especially guilty toward her.
Many people might have felt that his union with Kesha had come too suddenly. Yet, the two of them being together was actually only natural. Their friendship, after fermenting for so long, had long reached the level of family. They had grown accustomed to each other's presence in their lives, and neither could do without the other.
When Kesha got jealous, she looked especially... cute. Yes, cute. Could anyone imagine someone who had originally been cold, proud, and commanding suddenly sulking at them for no apparent reason? That was exactly how she was. Even when she got angry, it was a very mild sort of anger. Especially when he heard the occasional soft snort from her little nose—it was quite amusing.
Now that everything that needed doing had been done, and everything left to do only awaited the right opportunity, Hua Zhen no longer had to tear at his hair and stay up agonizing over research. Once everything relaxed, his mood could not have been better.
The base was silent. Kesha clasped her fingers with Hua Zhen's, neither speaking nor saying a word. They simply felt each other's presence and enjoyed the tender intimacy of being with the one they loved.
Feeling the person in his arms suddenly move, Hua Zhen lowered his head and found Kesha staring at him as well. Her golden hair was scattered around her, while an elegant one-piece dress wrapped around her alluring figure. Her delicate collarbones, the