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"Qing'er."
Nie Mingjue's tone was fond but scolding, and Wen Qing shivered as she blinked out of her hyperfocus. When had he gotten home?
"Don't suppose you remembered to take a break for dinner this time?" Nie Mingjue asked, the answer obvious even before Wen Qing's stomach growled.
"I was charting," Wen Qing protested. (Pointlessly.)
"And you're a better doctor when your brain's fueled." Nie Mingjue sat on the couch with an exaggerated sigh and patted his thigh. "You know how this works."
Stomach fluttering, Wen Qing put aside her laptop and climbed out of her comfy chair. Nie Mingjue gave her thighs a teasing grope while she arranged herself over his lap.
"Been a while since I had to remind you," he said. She moaned when his broad palm smacked against her ass. "Take your punishment like a good girl, and we'll order your favorite dim sum place for a midnight snack."