Her hands, at some point, had unconsciously wrapped themselves around his shoulders and encircled his neck, pulling his head in and responding with abandon...
Lu Jihan held her tender and supple lips, his amber eyes narrowing to a slender slit.
A few minutes ago, he had left his son with Shen Kang and went to the area to find Song Yinyin.
He hadn't walked far when he saw her in the corridor, being pulled by the wrist by a man, who seemed to be saying something.
Upon a closer look, he realized that the man was Yan Kejun, the president of Yan Group and today's event sponsor.
His gaze darkened, locking onto Yan Kejun's large hand gripping her fair wrist, a dull discomfort settling in his chest.
Anger surged in his heart, prompting him to take a series of actions.
At this moment, she was like a puddle of water, soft in his arms, her fragrant sweetness filling his taste buds.
