Mo Siluo's dark eyes were deep, his Adam's apple moving up and down, he really wanted to kiss her, but he forced himself to hold back.
The woman's small hand slowly moved down, directly unbuckling the man's belt...
Mo Siluo held the woman's mischievous hand, his voice raspy, "I'm busy, wait a moment."
Wen Wan continued stubbornly until the man inhaled sharply.
Mo Siluo's hand that was resting on the edge of the desk suddenly clasped the back of the woman's head, and the last bit of his rationality was finally cast aside. Just as their clothes were half removed and they were deeply entwined, the phone suddenly rang...
Mo Siluo wanted to answer the phone, but Wen Wan clung tightly to the man's neck, making him unable to move.
The man sighed softly, as if he was about to continue, only to hear the secretary's voice coming from outside, "Miss Mo, the president is receiving a guest..."
