Once an icy corporate heiress and company executive, she now knelt before him like a soulless dog, gazing at him idiotically.
Chen Bin felt exhilarated inside.
"Start with your mouth," he instructed.
"You!" Cheng Ying said coldly, "I... Chen Bin, I agreed to your demands, but I'm still not ready... Give me a bit more time."
In fact, ever since she found out that Chen Bin was the fox who danced with her that day, Cheng Ying had accepted it for the most part.
It wasn't that she had never thought about such things, and as a single person, she didn't reject them.
It was just the sudden shift from her subordinate to the man on top of her that she was still struggling to process.
Smack!
Chen Bin gently slapped her rosy face, not very painful, but it turned even redder quickly.
Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and endured, feeling not so much anger as a tingling sensation in her heart, with her eyes dewy and even more enticing.
