"Fancy a little elevator temptation?" Yun Jianchen's lips brushed against Song Huanyan's as he whispered.
"No... don't," Song Huanyan stammered, her face flushed, her eyes darting away, "You... in the elevator... there's a surveillance camera, the security guards... they might see."
"My private elevator has no cameras... even if it did have one, would they dare to watch me? They must be tired of living," Yun Jianchen said with a husky voice.
His breathing became rapid.
He realized he simply couldn't be alone with Song Huanyan.
Whenever he was alone with her, he barely could control himself.
Yun Jianchen thought, he had waited too long to indulge! If he had started at eighteen like other men, not at twenty-seven... he wouldn't constantly feel insatiable now.
These kinds of things can indeed become addictive.
"...From the eighty-eighth floor to the first, it only takes two minutes..." Song Huanyan said, her face still red.
