Song Jia was panting from the kiss as she tried to catch her breath. Even after they were done, Wu Zhang was still hovering over her, making her lean her back against the desk behind her. Her hand was wrapped around his neck and he was supporting her back with his muscled arms.
"Do you not plan to leave me, Miss Song? Your intentions don't seem quite ladylike tonight." Wu Zhang winked at her.
Song Jia heard him, and immediately straightened her back like a ram road and pushed him back abruptly "Screw you, Zhang, who was the one who started it? And where did you get the guts to point me out?" She could feel the blood rushing to her neck, making way to her cheeks turning them hot.
"Cursing is also not ladylike. Do you know that?" He leaned against the nearby wall, crossing his arms against his chest, he smiled.
"And do you know, you have no shame?" Song Jia was feeling bashful. Her pale skin color was turning a shade an of light pink.
