"You're not him, how do you know he doesn't have other thoughts about you?"
Sang Qian: "..."
How was she supposed to respond to that?
It was clear that he had worked himself into a jealous dead end.
What to do?
The two were silent, the motion-sensor light in the hallway went out, and darkness enveloped them.
An idea struck Sang Qian, and she seized Ji Chengzhou's coat front, tiptoed, and pressed her lips to his.
In the darkness, she distinctly felt him stiffen for a moment, and the next instant he grasped her arms, trying to push her away.
She climbed onto his neck, holding on tight, her body pressing close against his tall frame, pried open his clenched teeth, hooked onto his tongue, and began to suckle.
The strong hand on her arm loosened its grip but didn't respond to her kiss.
Sang Qian kissed him for a while, and seeing that he wasn't reacting, she boldly reached out to unbutton his suit jacket under the coat.
