The scorching breath bore down, and Wang Yongzhu only felt the heat hit her face, causing her to uncomfortably twist her body a bit, trying to break free.
"Yongzhu, let me hold you! Can't I just hold you if I can't become a son-in-law at home this year?" Song Chongjin's voice was husky and carried a hint of grievance.
Wang Yongzhu stiffened all over and didn't know why, but suddenly, those risqué novels she had seen before started playing in her mind.
Shouldn't Song Chongjin be saying, "Don't move, little temptress! You've successfully aroused my interest" at this moment?
Or maybe Song Chongjin would play the domineering CEO, giving a wicked smile: "Little temptress, you've kindled the fire; now you extinguish it?"
…
Wang Yongzhu shivered and dared not think any further.
Fortunately, Song Chongjin had restraint. Although he wanted to hold Yongzhu and never let go for the rest of his life, since they were not yet married, he still needed to hold back a little.
