Being held by Yu Zexiao, this big warm heater, dispelled quite a bit of the coldness in her body, and Jian Anning couldn't help but snuggle into his embrace, her head buried in the crook of his shoulder, her arms lightly wrapped around his lean waist, and soon she fell asleep.
Hearing her even breathing, Yu Zexiao's face slowly blossomed into a smile. Unconsciously, he held her tighter in his arms.
He vaguely remembered that Jian Anning had mentioned to him that she was truly a senior executive in a company in Canada.
She seemed to understand everything, being his assistant was really beneath her talents. With her skills, she should be in a big company, dressed in a suit, earning a hefty salary, commanding a group of subordinates, watching the big market unfold.
Instead of now, going back and forth all day for him, doing nanny-like work.
Yet, asking him to have someone else take care of him closely... selfishly, he was unwilling.
