Tong Xiaohua's frankness and directness filled Yan Bo with ecstasy. After bringing her into his office, he kicked the door shut with a back heel, bowed his head, and captured her lips in his.
Caught off guard, Tong Xiaohua involuntarily let out a surprised cry, but it was firmly sealed by his lips.
Perhaps because they hadn't been alone for a few days, Yan Bo's kiss this time was no longer the light brush of a dragonfly's touch as before, but a strong, suctioning one. The moment she gasped and opened her mouth, his tongue swiftly invaded, the soft and slippery muscle sweeping over her teeth. She trembled in his arms like she was electrically shocked, and Yan Bo subconsciously tightened his arms, holding her even closer.
