Liuxian's arm tightened around his waist.
"Do you want your husband to smell of other Omega pheromones when he comes home from work?" he asked.
His voice was entirely reasonable, as though he were raising a completely logical point in a business meeting.
Guiying's lips twitched.
He pushed at Liuxian's chest. "You are suffocating me."
Liuxian chuckled but did not release his hold. With his free hand he reached across the desk and picked up a fountain pen, pulling a document toward him.
"Hubby has to work," he said pleasantly, "so he can make some dough for his wifey."
Guiying's expression said everything his mouth did not.
The sheer volume of cheesy things that came out of this man's mouth on a daily basis was genuinely concerning. He was thirty three years old. He ran one of the most powerful corporations in the country.
He had the face and the voice and the pheromones of someone who could reduce a room to silence without trying.
And he said things like that.
