"Mmm..." Xing Ling's body sensitively shivered, and she reached out to pull at the large hand pinching her face, but couldn't move it. "Mmm... Mmm..."
Ye Sihan kissed Xing Ling until she almost ran out of breath, until even the base of his tongue hurt, then finally withdrew his tongue, and their lips parted.
"Haah... Haah... Haah..." Xing Ling gasped for air, her scalp tingling, her watery eyes trembling, and it took a while for her gaze to clear.
Propped up atop the office desk, she pushed herself up, retreating backward, angrily glaring at Ye Sihan who had sat back down in his chair.
Without looking, she knew her lips were swollen, entirely puffy.
"I can make concessions," Ye Sihan's voice was clearly hoarse.
Xing Ling couldn't believe it; was this man engaging in some kind of transaction where both money and goods were exchanged?
She wanted to take the documents on the office desk, but was intimidated by Ye Sihan's aggressive gaze.