Chapter 741: Did You Just Release It Yourself?

Outside the window, dusk had deepened, and the cold wind still howled, making the room feel even warmer.

“Intimate gestures between spouses strengthen affection.”

Xu Qingzhou spoke with solemn seriousness; having nothing else to do, he simply held the girl close and leaned back against the sofa.

“Pervert.”

Song Yao chuckled twice—she wouldn’t be fooled by this man’s few words.

Xu Qingzhou was numb to those two words; his heart stirred not at all, even finding them amusing. He lazily slumped against the sofa, his body and mind relaxing.

Each profession has its specialized expertise.

Song, the campus beauty, truly had a gift for economics—far surpassing this half-baked amateur.

Over here, Song Yao rubbed against Xu Qingzhou, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and began texting Ding Jiahui on her phone.

Over the past few months, Ding Jiahui and Guo Zi’s studio had grown rapidly: besides optimizing last year’s character cultivation system, they’d now taken on a mobile game outsourcing project.

Moreover, the studio had hired four more people.

In Ding Jiahui’s words, it was “tiring but joyful,” and to some extent, they’d now taken root in Beijing.

“Guo Fatty’s life path has improved vastly since then. With Ding Jiahui by his side, his days must be much better than before.”

“Having a woman who cares for you beside you makes all the difference.”

As Xu Qingzhou was thinking this, he felt the girl in his arms stir, as if preparing to get up.

“Where are you going?”

“To review litigation documents.” Song Yao realized she’d been pinned down and decided to make a quick escape.

“It’s the weekend.”

Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao back into his lap. This girl had developed a bad habit—whenever they were cuddling, she couldn’t stop wriggling around.

Who could resist that?

Song Yao’s slender wrists curled around Xu Qingzhou’s neck, her tone haughty: “You just implied I’m not womanly enough—now you want to hold me? Do you actually prefer men?”

“.”

“I’m wild, violent, unreasonable—and you still like me. Are you into masochism?”

“.”

Xu Qingzhou was speechless.

Song Yao tapped his chin, wearing her usual proud expression, then turned and walked upstairs with effortless grace.

Restless?

Hold it in.

Though she harbored thoughts of getting back at him, she was genuinely busy—there was still a mountain of work to handle.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged. Either way, they’d be sharing the same bed tonight. How bold she was now—wait till tonight. Heh heh heh.

He sat in the living room for a while, picked up the remote, turned off the TV, then went upstairs to resume working on the afternoon’s proposal.

Study room.

Hearing footsteps, Song Yao lifted her eyes.

Watching Xu Qingzhou walk in calmly, sit down, pull out his manuscript, and immediately slip into deep thought, she couldn’t help but pause in surprise.

“Do I have flowers on my face?”

Xu Qingzhou felt a prickling sensation on his scalp under her strange gaze.

“You just did it yourself?”

Just a moment ago you were leering—now you’ve switched to sage mode. Suspicious.

“.”

“Need me to prove my capability right now?” Xu Qingzhou’s face darkened.