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The interior of the tank was cramped, and as Teng Yuangxiang fell in, it was inevitable that she came into close contact with Tang Zheng, their bodies pressed tightly together.
"What are you doing?" Tang Zheng was about to change position when Teng Yuangxiang's hands pressed down on his, which were cushioning the back of his head, as she leaned forward, her red lips landing on his mouth.
Jing Xiang glanced back, then quickly turned her head away, pretending she saw nothing. This timid office worker dared not meddle in Tang Zheng's personal affairs, only feeling her cheeks burn.
Tang Zheng, using brute force, broke free from Teng Yuangxiang's hold and, with one hand on her forehead, pushed her away from himself.
"What are you afraid of? There's no one else here anyway," Teng Yuangxiang cooed, her voice as sweet and cloying as a cat in heat. After hours together, she had seen through Jing Xiang's character and was certain that she posed no threat.
