Jun Shiyan could clearly feel the little woman in his arms stiffen. She was so nervous that she held her breath. He moved closer to her pink earlobe, brushed past it, and whispered into her ear, "Mrs. Jun, is this okay?"
Ling Sheng's originally nervous heart was in her throat when she was suddenly lifted up. Her sensitive earlobe was sucked in by him, and she could clearly feel the man's hot breath. It was so soft that her legs went weak, she could not help but moan softly.
"Mrs. Jun," Jun Shiyan called out in a hoarse and sexy voice again. Looking at the timid little woman in his arms, he could not help but laugh and drag out the last syllable. "Say something."
Ling Sheng was someone who dared to flirt but dared not do it. How was that possible here? Was she crazy? She calmed herself down and could not let him lead her into a ditch. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. "Put me down."
