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Jian He shook the doorknob hard, trying to open the door.

However, since the study was where Jianhe worked and involved many company secrets, when Maison was in charge of the renovation, he specially used very good steel to build the study door.

If you want to open the door without a key, you'd need a cutting machine.

Jian He shook the door a few times, but showed no intention of opening it.

Cheng Yan leaned closer and asked Jian He, "What's wrong? Is the door lock broken?"

Jian He shook her head: "Perhaps... I'll try to see if I can pull it apart."

Jian He continued to try, but her strength was simply insufficient to contend with such a sturdy steel door. After pulling for four or five minutes, the door still showed no sign of opening.

Cheng Yan thought for a moment and said, "I'll call Gao Xiang and ask him to bring some people over and open the door."

After saying that, Cheng Yan went to look for his phone, but after searching around, he realized that he had put his phone in his suit pocket after he came to Jian He's house.

His suit was hanging on the coat rack in Jian He's living room.

Seeing that he couldn't find his phone, Jian He said, "How about using mine..."

She turned to look for her phone, but it wasn't in the study either. She had been busy in the kitchen all evening, and probably forgot it there.

Now, the two of them were somewhat helpless.

They never imagined that while they were discussing a problem in the study, the door would be locked, and they would be unable to get out.

"Help! Where is everyone? We're locked in the study! Someone, please help us!" Jian He shouted from the doorway.

Unfortunately, the steel doors provided excellent sound insulation, and all the servants had gone to rest in the servants' quarters in the backyard. Even if Jian He screamed her lungs out, no one would be able to hear her.

Seeing this scene before him, Cheng Yan helplessly shrugged.

He looked at Jian He and said softly, "It seems that the two of us will have to stay in your study tonight."

He looked around and examined the study. It was indeed Maison who had done the renovations; the study was fully equipped with all sorts of facilities.

The study not only has a desk and bookshelves, but also some simple living facilities. There is a bathroom in the inner room, and a soft couch for taking a nap in one corner of the study.

Because the heating was on in the room, a thin quilt was placed on the soft couch.

Looking at the simple environment inside the room, Jian He apologized to Cheng Yan with some embarrassment.

She said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with our door."

"How about I call out a few more times and see who hasn't rested yet?"

Jian He felt that she had already taken up a lot of Cheng Yan's time, and it would be wrong of her to keep Cheng Yan trapped here any longer.

Cheng Yan analyzed the current situation for Jian He.

"The steel door is also very soundproof. Even if you shout yourself hoarse, your voice probably won't get through."

"Besides, it's already past ten o'clock, and all the servants in the house have gone to rest. It's really unrealistic to call someone over to open the door."

"It's not like we haven't slept in the same room before. Here's a soft couch, make do with it."

Cheng Yan's analysis was logical and well-founded, leaving Jian He unable to find any reason to refute it.

She nodded at Cheng Yan and said, "That's the only way..."

After saying that, she turned and went to the soft couch, pulling back the thin quilt.

She said to Cheng Yan, "You sleep on the soft couch, I'll make do on the chair for the night..."

After speaking, Jian He lowered her face and headed towards the chair in the study. Looking at Jian He's slightly flushed face, Cheng Yan felt a slight surge of emotion in his throat.

He reached out, grabbed Jian He's arm, and pulled her to his side.

The two were quite close. Although the room was well-heated, Jian He could easily smell Cheng Yan's pleasant scent, and her body felt an urge to get closer to him.

Jian He was somewhat flustered.

Cheng Yan closed the distance between them, lowered his head, and said in his magnetic voice, "The couch is so big, it can fit both of us."

"But……"

Jian He panicked. As a grown woman, she had already realized what the consequences would be if she slept on a soft couch with an attractive man like Cheng Yan.

Hearing her say "but," Cheng Yan smiled and said, "There's only one thin blanket. If you have to make do with sleeping on the chair all night, you might catch a cold. So... you have no choice but to sleep with me."

After Cheng Yan finished speaking, Jian He, who was already flustered, became even more flustered.

Reason told her that she should keep some distance from Cheng Yan, but her irresistible physical attraction made her unable to control herself and want to have closer contact with Cheng Yan.

The pleasant scent of men's cologne on Cheng Yan tantalized her senses.

Seeing her so nervous, Cheng Yan couldn't help but tease her.

"Are you scared?"

Jian He raised her face and met Cheng Yan's eyes.

She feigned composure and stubbornness, saying, "How could that be? What do I, a divorced woman, have to be afraid of?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Cheng Yan couldn't help but chuckle at Jian He's stubbornness.

His arms, which were wrapped around Jian He's body, tightened slightly.

"Of course... But you, be careful your girlfriend finds out you slept in the same room as me and makes a scene. Then you'll be kneeling on a washboard..."

Upon hearing Jian He's teasing, Cheng Yan's suppressed emotions suddenly erupted.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Jian He's body, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Then, while Jian He was still in a daze, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

Jian He was completely dumbfounded.

She never expected that Cheng Yan would be so bold as to kiss her in her own study.

After a brief mental blank, Jian He regained her senses and reached out, trying to push Cheng Yan away who was kissing her.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides forced her to passively accept Cheng Yan's kiss.

Cheng Yan was a very good kisser, and in just a minute or two, Jian He was completely captivated by his deep kiss.

The feeling of trembling lips from the kiss was something Jian He had never experienced before. Her relationship with Yin Muqiao as a couple taught her that her husband could also be a brother she slept with in the same family.

Cheng Yan's enthusiasm left Jian He unable to resist.

Her hand involuntarily climbed onto Cheng Yan's waist. Both of them were somewhat engrossed, and there was a possibility that things could escalate at any moment.