"Mr. Huo, are you feeling hot..."
As she spoke, Jian Meiyi's hand slid like a snake to the man's neck, where she diligently undid two of his buttons.
Huo Zhenyang indeed felt hot, a fiery restlessness inside him, all stirred up by that little girl just now.
Ha, he hadn't seen her for so many days, and when the assistant director asked her to accompany him for a walk, she actually refused.
Realizing that the woman's hand continued to slide down, still fiddling with his buttons, it was only then that his brows knitted together, and he harshly grasped Jian Meiyi's hand, flinging it to the side with neither gentleness nor roughness.
Jian Meiyi knew she had been too eager and, noticing the darkening on the man's face, hurriedly said, "I'm sorry...Mr. Huo, I was worried you were hot."
Huo Zhenyang's handsome face remained stoic as he rolled up his sleeves.
Hot? If he was hot, couldn't he take off his clothes himself?
