Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

At noon that day.

There was still a lingering heat in the office, a kind of heat mixed with the smell of hormones.

In the sunlight that filtered in through the gaps in the blinds, one could see tiny dust particles floating, mixed with the thick, indissoluble scent of ambiguity just now, like a pool of warm water soaked in honey, soaking the entire space in a sticky consistency.

The wrinkles on the sofa have not been smoothed out yet, as if silently telling of the heat just now.

Lin Lang lazily sank into the sofa, one hand casually stroking Yao Beina's hot face, and the other hand holding a cigarette between his fingers.

The fire flickered, and the cigarette was half ashes, but he was in no hurry to flick it out. He just tilted his head slightly and blew out smoke rings.

White smoke curled up, blurring the lines of his jaw, but it made his eyes, which had just experienced a surge of passion, look even more lazy and ruffian.

Yao Beina was lying on Lin Lang's legs, the blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, her hair was messy and stuck to her neck, covered with a thin layer of sweat.

She tilted her head back, her eyes following the wisp of smoke as it drifted upwards, finally landing on Lin Lang's sharply defined profile.

The smell of cigarettes mixed with his breath entered her nose, but it was not choking at all. Instead, it made her heart soften again.

"Honey, you look so handsome when you smoke." Her voice was sweet, with a hint of shyness that came from having just experienced love.

Lin Lang looked down at Yao Beina, twirling the cigarette between his fingers, a wicked smile curling up at the corner of his lips: "Oh? You're praising me, do you want to do it again?"

Yao Beina's face flushed again, and she quickly shrank into Lin Lang's arms, gently hitting his waist with her hand, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "Don't..."

"Hubby, you're too strong. My body is too delicate to handle it. Today... I'm already very satisfied."

Lin Lang chuckled, pinched Yao Beina's red earlobe, and teased, "How does it feel to transform from a girl into a young woman?"

"Oh, my dear, I'm so embarrassed to ask you this question. Just look at my satisfied face and you'll know that you've given me a wonderful experience!"

Lin Lang put out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, then gently stroked Yao Beina's smooth, white arm, his movements incredibly gentle: "Baby, it seems that this bed lesson just now, I, your love instructor, taught you well!"

"Hehe...Hubby, are you as gentle to other women as you are to me?"

Lin Lang scratched Yao Beina's nose and replied with a smile: "You are you, we are not different from other women, and you don't have to be jealous. Just be the best version of yourself, and your husband will always love you."

"Hubby, I finally understand. I don't even have the right to be jealous of you as my concubine."

"Baby, you can't say that. Your husband wants to tell you that instead of being jealous with other women and wasting your time, you should work hard to improve yourself, right?"

"Hubby, what you said makes sense, but women are naturally jealous. What if I can't help being jealous sometimes?"

Lin Lang replied lovingly, "It's okay to be jealous occasionally, just don't act like a spoiled brat all the time."

Yao Beina rubbed against his arms, found a comfortable position, and said with a sweet smile: "Hubby, when you don't have time to accompany me, I still have a music career to pursue."

"My schedule is packed every day. I'm worried that you, my husband, will have time to spend with me, but I won't have time to spend with you!"

Lin Lang pinched the tip of Yao Beina's nose and said gently, "Baby, don't worry. I'm your boss. I'll always find a way to make time for you to be with me."

Yao Beina's eyelashes trembled, like a cat that had just been fed. She smiled sweetly and said coquettishly, "Then honey, you must tell me in advance when you are free to accompany me, so that I can arrange my work."

Lin Lang raised his hand to help her adjust the slipped shoulder strap, his fingertips rolling over her delicate skin, and replied lovingly: "Okay, no problem."

"Honey, I still want to kiss you." Yao Beina sat up from the sofa, looking at Lin Lang with affectionate eyes, her eyes still misty.

Lin Lang hugged Yao Beina into his arms, bit her earlobe, and teased her, "You greedy little ghost, aren't you afraid that your husband will kiss your lips swollen?"

Yao Beina shrank her neck and giggled, "Hubby, don't make excuses. Just tell me whether you will kiss me or not."

"Kiss! Of course I will!" He didn't rush to kiss her, but just looked at Yao Beina affectionately. The ruffian in his eyes faded away completely at some point, like crushed starlight falling into the deep sea.

Yao Beina felt a little shy when Lin Lang looked at her. Her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a frightened butterfly, but her nose tip bumped into his first.

Their warm breaths entangled with each other, carrying the faint smell of tobacco from him and mixed with the sweet fragrance from her body, brewing a thicker honey in the air.

She couldn't help but kiss the corner of Lin Lang's lips, as gentle as a dragonfly touching the water.

"Don't be anxious, baby." Lin Lang chuckled, gently stroking Yao Beina's chin with his thumb, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Hubby, you're such a bad guy! I'm already waiting anxiously, and you still don't kiss me."

Lin Lang slowly lowered his head and kissed Yao Beina's beautiful red lips.

The kiss was very light. He first touched the corner of her lips, as if to confirm the temperature, and as if to savor the aftertaste, and then slowly covered her lips.

There is no eager plundering, only gentle rubbing.

His lips were slightly bitter from the smoke of tobacco, but were heated by his body temperature. They pressed against Yao Beina's soft lips, like two petals falling into the palm of his hand, gently crushing them to bring out the sweetness hidden deep inside.

With her eyes closed, Yao Beina could clearly feel the touch of Lin Lang's eyelashes brushing across her cheek, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating soft ripples.

Her hands, which had been grabbing Lin Lang's shirt, slowly loosened, slid up along his waistline, gently wrapped around his neck, and her fingertips sank into his thick hair.

Lin Lang noticed that Yao Beina had relaxed, so he kissed her more gently.

He tilted his head slightly, adjusting the angle to better kiss Yao Beina with a hint of doting, making her feel strongly loved and cherished.

Yao Beina suddenly felt that it would be great to be Lin Lang's concubine.

Don't think too much and don't be afraid of the future.

Right now, being held in his arms and kissed.

Smelling his scent and feeling his warmth makes me feel so happy.

Lin Lang's kiss was not heavy, like the gentle nibble of a kitten when it was acting coquettishly, causing Yao Beina to let out a "hmm" and snuggle tighter into his arms, even removing her hands around his neck.

He took advantage of the situation to hug Yao Beina tighter, and the kiss continued, but it seemed to be slowed down. Every touch was cherished, as if he was not kissing her, but coaxing her to feel at ease and give her more sense of security.

Yao Beina kissed Lin Lang back passionately, enjoying the beauty of first love.

She tasted the sweetness of love and transformed from a young girl into Lin Lang's exclusive young woman.

She fell hopelessly in love with Lin Lang. Although it was crazy, she had a kind of romantic feeling that could not resist death.

It was unknown how long it took before Lin Lang slowly moved back half an inch, resting his forehead against hers and rubbing his nose against hers.

Both of them were breathing slightly, their breaths carrying each other's warmth.

Yao Beina opened her eyes and met Lin Lang's smiling eyes, in which her shadow was clearly reflected. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were misty, like peach blossoms wet by the spring rain.

"Baby, you forgot to breathe while kissing me again, are you out of breath?" Lin Lang asked in a low voice with a smile in his voice, and his fingertips gently brushed across her lips that were kissed even redder.

Yao Beina didn't say anything, but just buried herself in Lin Lang's arms, put her face on his chest, and listened to his steady and strong heartbeat.

The sound rang out, boom, boom, boom, like the beat of a drum, hitting her heart again and again, bringing unprecedented peace.

After the surging emotions just now faded away, what was left was overflowing tenderness, like a quilt exposed to the warm sun, wrapping her whole body in warmth.

She suddenly remembered what she had heard people say before, that men always become cold after something like this, and they won't recognize anyone once they put on their pants.

But Lin Lang is not.

He still hugged her and kissed her. The tenderness in his eyes was not false at all, and the warmth of his fingertips made her heart soften.

"What's wrong?" Lin Lang felt Yao Beina's silence and looked down at her. "Are you tired?"

Yao Beina shook her head, raised her head from Lin Lang's arms, and gently poked his chin with her fingertips. There was some blue stubble there, which felt a little itchy when rubbed against her fingertips.

"Lin Lang," she had never called him by his full name before, her voice soft, "Do you think... I'm troublesome?"

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and deliberately put on a stern face: "Oh? Who was it that was pestering me for a kiss just now? Now you think I'm a bother?"

"That's not what I meant." Lin Lang amused her and she reached out to cover his mouth. "I meant... in the future."

Lin Lang grabbed Yao Beina's wrist, brought it to his lips, and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand, like a feather falling on it. "You can do the same in the future. Kiss me when you want, make trouble when you want, and I will accept it."

Yao Beina's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Lin Lang's serious eyes, she suddenly felt a little sore in her nose.

She sniffed, snuggled into the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "You're lying."

"What did you lie to me about?" Lin Lang smiled and ruffled Yao Beina's hair, tucking the stray strands behind her ears. "Did I lie to you about a kiss or... about the bed practice session on the sofa just now?"

"Oh! My husband, you are so annoying. You make me feel embarrassed." She blushed at what Lin Lang said. She raised her pink fist to hit him lightly, but Lin Lang held it with his backhand and interlocked their fingers.

His palm was very big, and it completely wrapped around her hand, bringing a comforting warmth.

Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed Yao Beina on the top of her head, his movements natural and gentle.

"Nana, although I, Lin Lang, am not a good person, I wouldn't do something like pulling up my pants and ignoring you, especially to someone as cute and charming as you."

Yao Beina looked at the two people's clasped fingers. Lin Lang's knuckles were distinct, and her fingertips were slender. There was an indescribable harmony when they were put together.

She suddenly smiled, raised her head and leaned over to kiss Lin Lang on the lips, just like he had done to her just now, gently and with a hint of coquettishness.

"Hubby, I believe you then."

Lin Lang was amused by Yao Beina. He lowered his head to kiss her again, but she blocked his way with her hand.

"I can't take it anymore, husband," she gasped, her cheeks flushed, "If you keep kissing me, I'll really be late for my afternoon announcement."

He raised his eyebrows and deliberately leaned close to Yao Beina's ear, his hot breath spraying on her earlobe: "So what if I'm late?"

"Don't bother your husband. If you still want it, call Secretary Gu in and torment her again. I'm leaving, husband. Muah!"

Yao Beina quickly kissed Lin Lang on the face, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.

"Baby, if I really call Secretary Gu in to make love with me, won't you be jealous?" Lin Lang smiled and let go of her hand, watching Yao Beina stand up from the sofa and tidy up her slightly messy clothes.

"Hubby, I won't be jealous even if you call Zhou Mengyao in to make out with you."

Lin Lang was surprised and said, "Oh? From what you said, you know that Mengyao is also my concubine?"

Yao Beina narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Husband, Zhou Mengyao is your little wife. It's no longer a secret in the company."

Lin Lang smiled but said nothing. He hadn't seen Zhou Mengyao for many days and really missed his school beauty Bai Yueguang.

Yao Beina saw that Lin Lang became a little absent-minded when he heard Zhou Mengyao's name, and guessed that Lin Lang must love Zhou Mengyao very much.

So, she walked up to Lin Lang with a bit of jealousy, bent down, and quickly kissed him on the lips, like a little squirrel stealing food, wanting to run away after the kiss.

But Lin Lang grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and she fell into his lap.

"Why are you running?" He chuckled and kissed Yao Beina's pretty face. "Sit with me for a while, ok?"

"Stop it, husband. I'm really leaving."

Yao Beina said in a falsely generous manner, "If you miss Zhou Mengyao, go find her. She performed at the Chengdu Music Festival with Li Moli yesterday and should have returned to Longhai this morning."

Lin Lang let go of Yao Beina and said with a smile, "Okay, if you leave, I'll leave too. I'm going back to Zhou's house for dinner and can use the afternoon to pay Mengyao's tax."

"Humph, bad husband, you are really a scumbag."

"Stop making trouble, my dear wife. Let's go. I'm leaving too."

"No, honey, I'm leaving first. You can leave later. Let's not leave the office together. If our colleagues see us, they'll get suspicious. I'm leaving now."

Yao Beina kissed Lin Lang on the face, then ran out of the office with light steps. Before leaving, she turned back and threw a coquettish glance at Lin Lang.

After Yao Beina left, Lin Lang leaned lazily on the sofa and stretched out.

Then, he changed his clothes in the office, used his skills to remove the remaining smell of other women on his body, took the Lamborghini keys and went out.

When Lin Lang thought of Zhou Mengyao, his steps unconsciously became more hurried.