Zhu Cuixi's voice came to an abrupt stop as she carefully scrutinized the man's face. It was unmistakably Mr. Xi's face. Gone was his usual cold and abstinent demeanor. The hem of his white shirt was pulled out, the collar undone, laziness mixed with a hint of sensuality.
"Excuse me!"
Zhu Cuixi ran off with her late-night snack, embarrassed enough to want to crawl into a hole.
An Chuyu watched her assistant beat a hasty retreat, knowing she had misunderstood something and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.
Xi Zheng's palm pressed against the door, pushing it forward, and with a clang, the door shut and locked. Then he lowered his gaze to An Chuyu's face, curled his lips into a smile, like a bandit carrying off his stolen bride, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
An Chuyu pounded on his back in protest, "I have an early call time tomorrow!"