บท 60: Chapter 60: How Long to Sit

Tang Yu hesitated for a moment before walking over uneasily, "Mr. Ye, do you still need something... Ah!" Her wrist was grabbed and she was abruptly pulled over, her chest colliding directly against his solid pectorals.

Her softness acutely felt his firmness.

Her face aligned with Ye Sihan's chin, her gaze drifting downward, the sharply defined jawline and the protruding Adam's apple made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Did I allow you to leave? Hmm?" Ye Sihan's voice was deep and husky, tinged with a dominant aura.

"But the crew over there..." Tang Yu hadn't finished speaking when the back of her head was held, a shadow loomed over her, and her lips were forcefully claimed, "Mmph!"

The pressure at the back of her head intensified, and the invasion deepened.

Tang Yu couldn't resist, or more precisely, she didn't dare to resist.

With her breath stolen and oxygen scarce, her body slid down weakly, her hands frantically grabbing Ye Sihan's suit jacket, but to no avail.