The atmosphere in the room was painfully awkward, stiff as stone.
Ling Feixue sucked in a deep breath, working to steady herself, before saying, "Qin Qi, the cooperation you mentioned, exactly…"
Before she could finish, Qin Qi suddenly lifted his hand sharply, pulling Ling Feixue's slender waist directly into his embrace.
Ling Feixue's delicate body trembled, a shiver running through her before she could even process what was happening—then Qin Qi shoved her down onto the soft bed in a single motion.
At first, Qin Qi was planning to go right to it, show her just how skilled he could be, but as he looked closer, Ling Feixue's legs were pressed tightly together, not showing the slightest hint of opening.
"Squeezing that tight? Guess I'll have to figure out how to get you to loosen up!" Qin Qi's lips curled into a smirk.
Then, in those confused eyes of Ling Feixue's, he lowered his head, his mouth locking onto hers in a deep, devouring kiss.
Just as Qin Qi expected.
