Yi Juncheng chuckled. His laughter was magnificent, and his voice was unrestrained and seductive. "What difference does it make if I didn't do it on purpose?"
"That's true…" Sheng Yang wantonly pulled his collar forward. The girl's strength was astonishing. Of course, this was partly because the man was also leaning toward her. Then, she tilted her face slightly and pressed her soft lips against his.
Sheng Yang was very good at flirting now.
Yi Juncheng wrapped his long arms around her and sat in the chair. She sat in his arms as they exchanged DNA information.
There was a pair of glasses between them, but both of them had tall nose bridges. They were battling it out with each other. However, as their nose bridges were too impressive, neither of them knocked into Yi Juncheng's glasses.
Sheng Yang gradually felt hot. The shoulder straps of her little black dress had already been pushed off by his hand, but she still felt hot.
