"The cake fed by a beauty always tastes sweet."
Li Kangbo tasted the cake, gazed at Meng Xi'er appreciatively, then he caught her withdrawing hand, fondling it in his grip.
For Meng Xi'er, who always ran a bit cold, having her hand held in such a way felt like holding soft jade, making him unwilling to release it.
Struggling to suppress the urge to smack him, Meng Xi'er forced a laugh: "President Li, it's getting late; we should start the interview."
As she spoke, a coquettish female voice intruded from not too far away, "Oh, President Li, what kind of wind has blown you here today?"
Li Kangbo's eyes brightened; freeing Xi'er's hand, he turned around.
A bewitching beauty stood not far away. Wearing a black cheongsam with golden edges which accentuated her curvaceous frame, its slit went up dangerously high, revealing tantalizing peeks as she moved.
Li Kangbo cast a few lustful glances over the beauty, almost drooling, before turning back with a large grin: "You are...?"
