C38 I will kiss you right now

Ziyan Qing walked slowly into the room, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his trousers. He stopped by the side of the bed, the soft click of his leather shoes the only sound in the room.

A tall, impeccably built man, he wore a well-fitted white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, without his usual tie or coat. The cuffs of his sleeves were rolled up