He couldn't help but think of the "special service" she provided last time, and his mind wandered uncontrollably.
"I've already filled in and corrected the troublesome parts for you. The rest is just some planning, you can decide for yourself, I can't help with that."
Lu Yanhe tidied up the materials and neatly placed them on the bedside table.
Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the delicate slenderness under his palm, his mood more and more satisfied.
After holding her for a while, he reminded her, "Next time when you calculate this data, use the method I just showed you. It's simple and easier to compute."
"I don't want to," Su Jia pouted, "you can just help me again next time."
Saying that, she took the materials, got out of bed, and sat on the cashmere carpet.
She leaned her back against the white wall, earnestly doing the final form filling, looking content.
