Considering their encounter the night before last, it was fresh and tight, so deliciously sweet that he almost surrendered from the get-go. No one who's had a boyfriend for many years could maintain such a physique.
In summary—at least in terms of the body, she's the most suitable to become a bed-partner, that kind of woman.
Moreover, she's clever and quick-witted, and a hard worker too—if one could overlook the fact that she just used his name to oppress her rival in the company.
No matter how one looks at it, she meets his needs, as long as she's obedient and doesn't harbor any evil intentions. Even if they were to part ways in the future, he wouldn't treat her badly. He could turn a blind eye to incidents like just now.
But—
He spoke lightly, concealing the sharp glint in his eyes. Though his palm recklessly rubbed all over the inside of her collar, his voice remained steady and emotionless, "However, there's one kind of woman I loathe the most, do you know which kind?"
