As if he knew what she was thinking, Li Chengyun leaned down and wickedly nipped at the corner of her mouth, "Dare not to think of me, and you're dead meat!"
"I control my own thoughts..." Yu Jingrong was about to add, "What can you do to me if I don't think of you?", but seeing Li Chengyun's dangerously narrowed eyes and the warning atmosphere he emitted, she quickly changed her words: "Even if you don't tell me, I'll think of you!"
The moment her words fell, Li Chengyun bent over and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, as if he was a general storming a city without hesitation.
Yu Jingrong tightly gripped his tie, her eyes wide in shock. My God, this was his office, this insatiable man.
He was kissing her urgently and thirstily. Yu Jingrong couldn't avoid his persistent, passionate kiss. She opened her mouth wide and bit down hard.
"Hiss!" Li Chengyun quickly pulled his tongue back, leaving a sweet metallic taste behind.
