"How could I ever outplay you?" Qiao Xiaoyan immediately said, "Every time, isn't it me pleading with you?"
As she spoke the last part, she bit her lip, her voice tender enough to overflow with emotion.
Those enchanting eyes seemed to accuse him of having some truly formidable abilities!
Damn it! Song Xuyao cursed himself, truly feeling bewitched!
He knew it was during work hours, and bringing her out for some affection contradicted his usual work ethic.
When she had him enthralled, he felt the urge to grab her and give her a good smacking!
Yet, when she spoke to him so softly, her expressions filled with affection and laughter, he found himself unable to do it!
He lowered his head and kissed her lips...
Soft, like a gummy candy.
Qiao Xiaoyan chuckled, "Aren't you worried there might be something wrong with the coffee on my lips?"
Song Xuyao paused, then tightened his grip on her nape—how dare she mess with him?
