Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Carpet or Sofa

Ning Xiaofei was busy looking for an excuse, "I haven't finished my work yet, why don't you go to sleep first, I'll be later ..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man's finger had already lifted, pressing against her lips, silencing her excuse, his face inching even closer to hers.

"You're rejecting me."

The two of them were now just inches apart, the man's breath skating across her skin, making it tighten and shiver, both her small feet curving even more alarmingly.

She instinctively drew back slightly.

"How could I be, I ..."

Her back bumped against the edge of the desk, and the cup of instant noodles she'd placed there hastily was squeezed by her and immediately titled to one side, the hot noodles and broth spilling out, flowing down the desk.

"Ah!"

Feeling the hot soup on her fingers, Ning Xiaofei shouted in alarm, pushing him away in her hurry and turning to look at the scattered noodles on the desk. She immediately rushed over, grabbing them in a panic.