Her delicate hand looped around his waist, gently caressing as they walked.
The two of them entered the elevator together, and after going upstairs, she took out the keys to open the door.
Just after stepping inside, before even turning on the lights, she eagerly embraced the man beside her, "Chizheng, I've missed you."
The woman's skin was as soft as water, tightly pressed against the man, creating an increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.
In such a situation, any normal man would find it hard to resist the temptation.
If it were any other time, Shen Chizheng would not refuse, but now...
He thought for a moment and eventually reached out to push her away, "Yanshu, stop it."
Fang Yanshu looked at him with a hint of confusion on her face, "What's wrong?"
Shen Chizheng walked to the sofa, bent over to sit down, and said with a barely noticeable coldness in his voice, "Last time at the warehouse in the suburbs, who gave you permission to give orders on your own?"
