"Don't waste your thoughts on me!" Tang Ying turned around, back to Chen Jian.
Watching her graceful departing figure, a wicked thought crossed Chen Jian's mind, and suddenly, from behind, he embraced Tang Ying.
Tang Ying screamed in fright at Chen Jian's action, and she struggled violently, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
In order to make Jing Peng like her more, Tang Ying even bought some cheap perfume and sprayed it all over herself.
The perfume was cheap, but it smelled quite nice. Smelling the scent of her perfume, Chen Jian felt an unbearable itching in his heart.
He wasn't a novice; he had tasted a woman before, knew the taste of a woman, and knew it could be addictive.
And besides, her body was very soft.
Chen Jian bit Tang Ying's ear and chuckled coldly, "Aren't you afraid I'll go to Tang Huai and expose you?"
