"I love you, My Lord," she sobbed, her gratitude turning into a burning, eternal devotion. "I am yours. Forever."
"I love you, my dear assistant," Shen Yu murmured, his voice thick with a rare, grounding affection.
Wrapped in the afterglow of their transcendent union, they had drifted into a heavy, restorative sleep. They remained joined even in slumber; Shen Yu lay behind her, still sheathed within her warmth, one hand possessively cupped over her breast while the other rested firmly on the soft, yielding curve of her love handle.
It was nearly 4:00 PM when Shen Yu finally stirred. The room was bathed in the warm, slanted amber of the late afternoon sun. He glanced at the window, gauging the time by the long shadows stretching across the office floor, and realized they had slept the day away. He looked down at Xu Yi, whose face was peaceful, her dark hair fanned out across the black silk pillows like a silken web.
