Once the boardroom finally emptied out, Xinyuan walked over to the head of the table. He reached down, grabbing the sides of Wenzhi's chair, and smoothly spun it around so they were facing each other entirely.
"Are you going to eat?" Xinyuan asked carefully, peering down at him.
Wenzhi stared up into his dark eyes, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't actually mean food when I said that, but I guess the others took it literally."
Xinyuan chuckled softly, the low rumble vibrating in his chest. His hands tightened on the edges of the chair as he immediately leaned down, closing the distance between them. Wenzhi didn't hesitate; he moved forward, capturing Xinyuan's lips in a deep, slow, and consuming kiss that had him releasing a soft, satisfied sigh.
When Wenzhi finally leaned back just an inch, his grey eyes were dark with focus. "We are going to start our own personal part of the assassination campaign today,"
