"Ugh!"
Xu Yihuan was startled by the unexpected kiss, spilling the Hangover Soup she held onto the man's black suit trousers.
Fortunately, the soup was warm, not scalding.
"Junlin... ugh... the soup..."
Ye Junlin freed one hand to take the troublesome bowl from her and placed it on the nearby coffee table.
A second later, Xu Yihuan felt the world spinning, and by the time she realized what was happening, Ye Junlin had pressed her into the sofa.
"Junlin!" Xu Yihuan quickly tried to push against his chest. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
Ye Junlin took her wrist in one hand, easily controlling her, bent over to kiss the corner of her lips, his husky voice filled with seduction.
"Don't you miss me? Hm?"
Xu Yihuan's heart trembled fiercely!
It had been a year since they had been intimate.
She didn't have a great need for it, but to say she didn't miss him was a lie.
She loved Ye Junlin.
To love someone is to want to possess them, whether in body or heart.
