She curved her lips into a smile, seven parts alluring as she hooked her arms around Chenxiao's neck and then brought her face close to his.
With parted red lips, she gently blew a breath into Chenxiao's ear, "Who will surrender first is still uncertain, Mr. Gu, have you never heard the saying... there's no such thing as worn-out soil, only an ox that's worked to death."
Chenxiao's grasp of her hand tightened involuntarily.
His throat constricted, and his eyes gradually reddened.
Looking at the woman in his arms whose smile was seducing him, Chenxiao said with a deep voice, "Open the door."
Song Yan's smile deepened, "I won't."
A triumphant glint shone in her eyes.
Chenxiao, oh Chenxiao, let's see what you're going to do!
She deliberately teased him, yet intentionally refused to open the door…
