Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Luosang looked down, and she felt something poking at her buttocks. Although it had been a while, she never forgot how it felt. She was almost impressed. How had he done that so easily?

“It needs you.” Nian Junting nibbled at her earlobe. As her body trembled and shrank, he reached out silently and swiped away the dishes to the other side of the desk. Before she could react, he had placed her on his desk.

Luosang was stunned. Realizing what was happening, she was fraught with anxiety. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Nian Junting quickly removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I thought you were joking.” Luosang pushed against his chest, saying plainly, “Stop fooling around. This is your office. Your secretary is right outside.”

“Don’t worry, the soundproofing in this office is extraordinary. Moreover, no one will suspect anything. Everyone thinks that I’m a serious man.” Nian Junting began undoing his belt buckle while his voice became more and more gruff. “I need you. God knows how I’ve survived for the past ten days.”

“Haven’t you survived fine for the 29 years before you met me?” Luosang could barely bring him to a halt. She could only avert her eyes.

“I used to rely on my own hands, but now that I have a girlfriend, am I to do it myself? Stop joking.” Nian Junting pulled her windbreaker from her shoulders and quickly undid the buttons on her shirt. Under the light, her marble-pale skin betrayed a shade of light-pink, her scent mesmerizingly sweet. All that remained was her lacy pink lingerie. The sight of it made his temperature rise.

Nian Junting stared blankly. He thought of the hardships he had experienced recently, and looking at such a beautiful sight, he finally understood why the heroes of old had bent over backwards for beauties. He buried his head, using his mouth to undo her lingerie piece by piece. His scalding hot breath could be felt against her skin, causing her to tremble.

Luosang bit her lip. She tried but failed to push him away. With her mind in a fuzz, all she could do was to listen intently for sounds outside. As he had said, however, the soundproofing was indeed extraordinary. Even so, she could not relax. She bit her lip and kept silent.

Eventually, as she was pressed against the desk, her hand accidentally brushed against his computer. She froze, fearing that she had made too much noise. “Stop… really, stop…” She had come to his office many times before, but she never imagined that she would be lying with her clothes undone on his desk.

“Luoluo, your body is more honest than your heart.” Nian Junting turned her body over, so her back faced him.

She must have been too nervous, for her body was now more sensitive, and it trembled ever so easily. He turned her head to face him and kissed her lips between wild breaths. As their lips entangled, Luosang held onto the fountain pen by her side, her legs shaking like a sieve. She thought he would be fast, but he was not done when Lu Kang knocked on the door.

“Mr. Nian, Technical Manager Mr. Tu is looking for you,” Lu Kang reminded him.

Nian Junting took a few breaths and said calmly, “I’m not done eating. He’ll have to wait outside.”

“Alright.”

Luosang thought they were doomed. Seeing that the door was closed, was it not easy for anyone to guess what they were up to?

“How much longer?” She whispered, “I’m starting to hurt.”

Nian Junting frowned. “Maybe grinding isn’t enough for me anymore.”