Liuxian's eyes softened, the usual razor-sharp authority of Liu Corporation's helm dissolving completely beneath the amber glow of the bedside lamp.
He shifted slightly, turning his palm over so his long, calloused fingers laced naturally through Guiying's, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of his husband's knuckles.
"Work is fine," Liuxian answered softly, his voice a low, textured vibration against the quiet of the hotel suite. "Routine board meetings, quarterly overseas reports, and the resort expansion in HWI. Nothing that requires me to be anywhere except right here with you."
Guiying's lips twitched faintly, his cheek pressing deeper into the solid warmth of Liuxian's thigh. "You didn't push through three days of meetings in twenty-four hours just to drive up to Ma City early, did you?"
