A Call Home

"How long are you planning to hold me like this?"

After quite a while, Yang Jian looked at Jiang Yan, who was still burying her head in his arms, and could not help asking. His emotions remained calm, seemingly unchanged from before.

"No. I'll hold you for as long as I want." Jiang Yan kept her head down and tightened her arms around Yang Jian's neck, as though all the feelings she had held back for so long had erupted at this moment.

Although Yang Jian had been affected by malevolent ghosts and gone through many things, leaving his emotions faint and detached, Jiang Yan was not like that.

She was an ordinary person, and a very healthy ordinary woman at that. Her feelings for Yang Jian were intensely passionate; she simply had been unable to stay by his side for long because of various reasons.

"But you can't wipe your snot on my clothes," Yang Jian said.

"Who told you to ignore me?" Jiang Yan gave a soft huff and deliberately wiped her nose again.

"..."

Jiang Yan secretly whispered again, "Hey, Yang Jian, there's a safe room next to the office, right?"

"Yes. It was left behind by the previous CEO, Paul," Yang Jian said. "Why do you ask?"

"I... I don't want to work today. I'm tired, and I want you to rest with me for a while." Jiang Yan spoke somewhat shyly. "And not just today. I can stay with you from now on too. I'm sure I can be better than Sister Qin. Once you have me, you won't need her anymore."

Yang Jian fell silent for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a sound and suddenly looked toward the office door.

At that moment, Zhang Liqin pushed over