Five minutes later, Jing Yao was panting in Liang Xun's arms. Her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes were blurry.
Liang Xun stroked her back with a lazy smile.
After Jing Yao calmed down, she looked up and glared at Liang Xun. "Liang Xun, why are you like this? My hand still hurts."
Liang Xun stared at her. Jing Yao pouted and looked like a fierce kitten. She didn't have any lethality at all. Instead, she made people want to stroke her fur and pat her again.
Jing Yao was furious for a long time. When she looked again, Liang Xun was still smiling.
She took a deep breath and placed her hand on Liang Xun's shoulder, wanting to get off his lap.
Liang Xun hurriedly hugged her tightly and said sincerely, "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'll feed you lunch later."
Jing Yao glared at him. "There are people coming and going in the company. I won't embarrass myself with you."
