Guiying looked at him for a long moment.
Then he closed the laptop, set it aside, and opened his arms with the resigned composure of someone making a reasonable concession under the circumstances.
Liuxian did not need to be told twice.
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Guiying and stayed there, his face finding the curve of his neck, his breathing evening out almost immediately, the composed and unhurried CEO of Liu Corporation going boneless against his wife with the complete absence of dignity that only happened behind closed doors.
Guiying sat very still for a moment.
Then he put one hand at the back of Liuxian's head, the same way Liuxian always did for him, and said nothing.
They stayed like that for a while.
"Better?" Guiying said eventually.
"Much," Liuxian said, without moving.
Guiying looked at the ceiling.
"You are heavy," he said.
"I know," Liuxian said, and did not move.
Guiying looked at the ceiling for another moment.
