His lips mute hers as Beiming Han passionately kisses her small mouth, entwining with her to the maximum extent.
Unable to hold back, Gu Qingxin lets out a few soft moans, causing Beiming Han to lose all his restraint. He lifts her onto the conference table, his hand sliding up her leg and under her skirt.
"Mr. Han... You still have a meeting!" Gu Qingxin grabs his wrist, attempting to pull it away.
"Defending Ye Qi? Hm?" Beiming Han's lips brush against her ear as he gently teases.
"..."
"Please me once and I'll let him off this time," Beiming Han murmur's softly.
"..."
"Remember... Absolutely no next time! If I ever hear you pleading for someone again... I'll punish you tenfold!" Beiming Han's raspy voice is cold and sounds somewhat cruel.
Gu Qingxin, "... "
Beiming Han sits back in his chair, "Do you know what to do now?"
"Can we go home? I don't like it here."
