Jiang Ping, always a lustful man, was enticed by her gaze and stepped into the elevator the next moment, holding Ai Jiang in his arms.
Ai Jiang didn't dodge, letting Jiang Ping touch her body, kissing her here and there.
When Jiang Ping's lips landed on her neck, she whispered into his ear, ignoring the pimples on his face that made her want to vomit, "Brother Jiang Ping, the elevator door isn't closed yet..."
Jiang Ping's lips stuck to Ai Jiang's skin, his hand pressing the button to close the elevator door, "Sister Ai, shall we go to my room?"
Of course, Ai Jiang knew what Jiang Ping was implying. She didn't reject or agree, she just flirtatiously looked at Jiang Ping and smiled.
Jiang Ping, drunk from the wine, was completely intoxicated by her demeanor, kissing her recklessly.
