Kotatsu Heated Table Novels & Stories

The long rectangular table was decorated with the same, its stylish arm chairs were covered in red cushions, the metallic edges painted with a royal golden color. Jonathan sat on the huge table alone, with the hot cup of tea, a hot dog and a small bowl of vegetable soup. He chewed carefully, rubbing off the clinging particles off his mouth with the paper soviets. Geoffrey walked in and stood at the door. Jonathan glanced at his glimmering silver watch and sighed. He threw back the fork on the metal tray and growled. “Tell Valerie to clean this up, I'm running late,” he ordered, dashing to the door.

A Tang family's direct descendant locked his eyes on the sign on the sofa and said in shock. Then, another exclamation was heard, "This... this is actually a red wooden seat. This seat should be at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan, right?" "What's more, this seems to be Qu Mei, the best tea table in the world. This tea table alone is worth a lot!" Staring at everything in front of them, they could find that all the furniture or daily necessities in the living room were top brands in the world. Old Mrs. Tang and Tang Hao couldn't help taking a deep breath. Their heads were buzzing!

"Then stop pretending you don't care." Chase didn't need another invitation. He slammed his mouth onto mine, the kiss desperate and starving, as if he were trying to breathe me into his lungs. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, and carried me back to the mahogany desk. He swept everything off it in one violent motion—files, tablets, and pens crashing to the floor—creating a space just for us.