Just as her hand touched the desktop, Fu Chengzhou pushed the door open from outside.
Li Xingwan: "!!!"
She looked back at him. Fu Chengzhou casually closed the door behind him. "Wife, were you about to do something? Why do you seem so flustered?"
Li Xingwan: "!!!"
She fanned herself with her hand. "It's too hot downstairs. And there are so many cameras. I just wanted some quiet rest for a bit. We've been recording since this morning."
"Is that so?" Fu Chengzhou took a step closer to her, and suddenly his hands were on her waist, lifting her onto the desk amidst Li Xingwan's cry of surprise.
His hands pressed down on either side of her, his dominant presence instantly engulfing her. "Is that so? It doesn't seem like it to me."
"How could it not? That's exactly how it is," Li Xingwan said. "Besides... I thought you were in the study too. So, I specifically brought over some freshly squeezed juice for you to drink."