Su Ningyan tightly held his hand still, "Uncle, I don't want to!"
Zhuo Junyue didn't speak either. One hand held her waist and the other pressed her head back, sealing her speech with a kiss.
After a long while, Su Ningyan collapsed onto his chest. For a person unaccustomed to kissing and the necessity to breathe in between, how could she compete against Zhuo Junyue?
She was as weak as water, gasping for air in large gulps.
The corners of Zhuo Junyue's mouth rose slightly into a smirk. Did this little imp really think she could escape his grasp?
He scooped her up in one motion, casually pushing the files on the side to one corner.
He had never thought there was much advantage to having a large desk, but now, he found the benefits aplenty.
Su Ningyan wanted to get up, but was immediately pushed back down.
"Uncle... why don't we… return to the bed?"
Zhuo Junyue contemplated for a moment, then nodded, but not before removing her clothes completely.
