Ye Sihan's face pressed down, and his thin lips devoured the small mouth so close to him, possessing her strongly and deeply—
"Mmm!" Tang Yu's fingers, clasped around that waist, clenched the shirt hesitantly, revealing the difficulty and tension she endured.
He licked her mouth dry before he slightly parted from her.
Tang Yu's mind was buzzing from lack of oxygen, her eyes wide open and bewildered as she gasped for air.
She could feel a slight pain at the root of her tongue, the ferocity of Ye Sihan almost as if he wanted to devour her.
Once her vision cleared, she looked up at the man above her, his sharply defined features staring her down as she asked, "Does what you said earlier still stand? About the audition."
"Of course," Ye Sihan's voice was somewhat hoarse.
The next morning, Tang Yu took Ye Sihan's Rolls-Royce to the studio inside KING Group.
Her two assistants were already there waiting early and could not hide their happiness upon seeing her.
