"Stop, we're in your office." Luosang pushed his chest.
Nian Junting ignored her. No matter what she said, he refused to stop kissing her lips. His hands were busy, too. They were quickly looking for a way into her clothes. However, those hands searched for a while but failed to find an entrance. At last, he finally found an entrance around her lower legs, but then his hands got stuck near her thighs. He tried but couldn't move his hands further upward.
Seeing the anxious look on his face, Luosang burst out in laughter.
"Yeah, laugh." Nian Junting's eyes wore an upset look but were also filled with lust. As he prepared to tear her clothes to pieces, Luosang's phone rang on the chair.
"Let me answer this call," she attempted to get off the desk.
