Jiang Yumiao naturally knew nothing of how passionate the kiss on the Apple TV Station rooftop had been. He was trying hard to ignore the burning gaze beside him and concentrate on revising the document in front of him, but the Alpha showed no restraint. Instead, he grew even bolder, going from watching to putting his hand on him.
Jiang Yumiao lowered his eyes to the large, well-defined hand resting on his thigh and said, speechless, "President Ning, can't you just focus on your work?"
Through the fine fabric of his suit trousers, Ning Chunchi's hand stroked him slowly and suggestively, yet his expression was utterly innocent. "My job is to review the meeting minutes Assistant Jiang has revised," he said gently. "So I can only start working once you've finished."
Jiang Yumiao shot him a disbelieving glance. How could the boss of such a huge company possibly have only this one task? He just wants to tease me!
Jiang Yumiao looked away, his face flushed, and summoned every ounce of self-control to keep himself from making a sound.
After finally finishing the revisions to Ning Chunchi's specifications, he hurriedly covered the large hand that kept squeezing his thigh and causing trouble with his own.
Only after Little Grape glared at him did Ning Chunchi reluctantly withdraw his hand and obediently start reading the revised version.
This time, Ning Chunchi was clearly satisfied and didn't ask Jiang Yumiao to redo anything.
It turned out he hadn't been joking when he said he would start working once Jiang Yumiao finished writing.
With nothing left to do, Jiang Yumiao watched the Alpha beside him, who was wholly absorbed in the screen in front of him.
A moment later, he discreetly turned his head away and gently patted his chest, soothing his racing