"Xia Yiwan, your thoughts sure are dirty." Si Mo's voice carried a teasing tone.
Xia Yiwan almost ran out of breath.
He had clearly baited her into thinking those things, and now she was the one being accused of having dirty thoughts?
"Give me a massage." Si Mo said, lifting her from the sofa.
"I won't do it!" Xia Yiwan was extremely embarrassed and vehemently pounded on Si Mo's shoulders.
Si Mo let out a soft sigh, bending his head down to lightly seal her lips with his.
Well, that indeed quieted her down.
Si Mo's lips were warm, his movements gentle, as though he was afraid of startling her.
A wave of unprecedented sweetness surged in Xia Yiwan's heart. She wrapped her arms around Si Mo's neck and gently closed her eyes.
Without hesitation, Si Mo pushed open the door to the lounge and placed Xia Yiwan on the bed.
Right at this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
Si Nuanqian stormed in, "Brother, my phone..."
