Zhang Wei, "Have you forgotten the plot—the deputy chief slowly succumbing to the intoxicating allure of her desires?"
'Plot, my ass!' Leng Yan cursed, her eyes closing tightly in frustration.
Eventually, she summoned the courage to open them again and fixate her gaze upon his face.
Gritting her teeth, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, her mind filled with confusion. 'Are men's lips always this cold?' she wondered, perplexed by the stark contrast to her own.
Despite the discomfort, she found herself compelled to wrap her hands around his neck, her touch resembling that of a passionate lover.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei seized the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing possessively.
Sensing her unease, Leng Yan twisted her legs, only to receive a sharp pinch on her waist that elicited a startled yelp.
From that point on, she resigned herself to silence, obediently parting her lips for him.
