After the meeting in the conference room, when Shen Mohan carried me out of the corridor on the top floor, I was still shaking in the afterglow of the climax. The legs were as soft as cotton, and the skirt was arranged by him, but the vibrating egg in the underwear was still in the lowest gear, shaking slightly like a disobedient little thing, reminding me from time to time that I had just almost lost control in full view of everyone.

Instead of taking me back to the office, he carried me directly into his private lounge ——, a hidden space that only he could enter. As soon as the door closed, the world instantly became quiet, leaving only the low buzz of the air conditioner and my rapid breathing.
Shen Mohan gently placed me on the large sofa bed, leaned over and unbuttoned the two buttons of my shirt, allowing me to breathe more smoothly. Then he sat down by the bed, and pulled me into his arms, and made me lie on his side in his chest.

“Still shaking.” He whispered, his palms covering my back, stroking slowly, as if to appease a frightened kitten.
I buried myself in his suit and smelled the faint smell of woody perfume on him, mixed with the tension of the conference room just now, and the tip of my nose was sour.

“Mr. Shen. . . . . They all heard. . . . . . . . . “I have a thin voice and cry, “I’m so embarrassed. . . . . .
He smiled low, and his voice came from his chest, which made my eardrums numb: “They didn’t hear anything”
“Liar.” . . . . . . There is a buzzing sound. . . . . and my voice. . . . .

“That’s the sound of a projector fan” He kissed my forehead, his tone doting as if he was coaxing a child, “Be good, don’t think about it”. Those people don’t even have the courage to look up at you
He reached out and turned off the vibrations of the vibrator, finally giving me a sigh of relief. But the next second, he hugged me tighter, pressed his chin against my head, and whispered:
“But. . . . . You endured it so well just now”

I looked up and met his eyes. Those eyes, which were usually as cold as ice, were now full of tenderness and possessiveness, as if they wanted to melt me in.
“Reward you.” He said, taking out a thin velvet ribbon from his suit pocket —— is not a collar, but a tie. He untied his tie and gently wrapped it around my wrist, loosely tying a knot.
“Not tied tight.” He whispered, “I just want you to remember that you are mine today”

I didn’t struggle and let him tie it up. The touch of my wrists wrapped in silk was gentle and ambiguous, and I suddenly felt my heart beating faster.
Shen Mohan hugged me tighter and let me nest in his arms. He took off his blazer and covered me, then lay down and pressed me under him without making any further movement.

Just hugging.
His hands caressed my back, from the scapulars to the waist sockets to the tail vertebrae, as if counting my vertebrae. Breathing in my ears, hot, with a low, mute nasal voice:
“Su Wan.”
“um…..”
“No tardiness in the future”
I whispered “Hmm”.
“Don’t wear clothes picked by others”
“…..mm”
“Don’t look at other men”

I couldn’t help laughing and said in a sullen voice: “Mr. Shen, are you jealous?”
He didn’t deny it, he just bit my earlobe and nibbled it gently: Well, jealous. Eat like hell”

My heart trembled, I reached out and hugged his neck tightly, kissing him.
He was stunned for a moment, then responded deeply and slowly. The tip of my tongue wrapped up, licked the slit of my lip, and kissed me so hard that my brain fainted.

Halfway through the kiss, he stepped back a little, his forehead against mine, and his voice was so mute: “Here we are today”
I blinked: “No punishment?”
“Penalty.” He chuckled, “But not now”
He turned me over and put me in the bend of his arm, his other hand covering my eyes.
“Close your eyes.”
I close obediently.

He started humming a tune softly. It was not a love song, but a lullaby that my parents often played when I was a child. I never told him, but he sang verbatim.
Halfway through humming, he whispered, “Sleep, my baby”
“Shen Mohan…..”
“Huh?”
“You. . . . . Why are you so good to me?”
He was silent for two seconds, then kissed my forehead: “Because you owe me thirty million”
I froze.

“I owe 30 million lives” His voice was low, “So, from now on, you can only be mine”
My eyes suddenly heated up and tears slipped down.
He didn’t rub it, he just hugged it tighter and made me cry on his chest.
“Cry.” He coaxed softly, “Sleep after crying”. Tomorrow. . . . . will continue to punish you
I cried and laughed, hugging him tightly.
In the lounge, the lights are turned to the darkest warm yellow.

Shen Mohan hugged me and stroked my back like a child.
I fell asleep.
In the dream, he was still whispering in his ear: “Good night, my baby”

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