Three hours later, having devoured two full meals, Chen Yansen was lying in the bathtub, contentedly resting with his eyes closed.
Outside the door, Ye Qiuping, who had just made two dinners in a row, rubbed her aching thighs as she busied herself with clearing the dining table.
'Damn you, Chen Yansen!'
She'd asked him to go slower, but he insisted on going faster. She'd asked him to be gentler, but he insisted on going deeper.
Ye Qiuping complained silently to herself as she worked.
She didn't dare mutter under her breath, terrified Chen Yansen might hear her.
Hearing the soft rustling from outside, a look of satisfaction and relief spread across Chen Yansen's face.
The next morning, as dawn broke, the August sun spilled onto the floor, leaving behind a dappled play of light and shadow.
Ye Qiuping stood before Chen Yansen, carefully buttoning his shirt. Through the opening, she could clearly see President Chen's powerful upper body, chiseled and well-defined.
