The man's breath was heavy, and his dark eyes contained a surge deeper than the night outside the window.
He was on the verge of losing control.
Her wildly thumping heart was pulled back to a semblance of calm by her brain, "Mm..."
Song Jinze slightly frowned, feeling a tingling pain on the tip of his tongue; his large hand, resting on the woman's slender waist, ceased its movements.
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek, his voice hoarse and rough, "What's wrong?"
Ye Zhenzhen was somewhat dissatisfied. She had intended to have a talk with him after entering the room, but this man had suddenly disrupted her rhythm.
"Who let you..."
Just kiss her like that?
Song Jinze's brows and eyes were tinged with a hint of a smile, watching her shy annoyance, he whispered into her ear, "Mrs. Song usually has a good memory, have you forgotten your promise when it's time to fulfill it?"