Fu Jinqiao had been in Mu Qianfan's room before, but as his assistant. However, today, she entered as his girlfriend.
Mu Qianfan watched the girl's jubilant figure, encircled her waist, and held her tightly against his chest.
Because it was the heat of summer, both were dressed lightly.
Mu Qianfan could clearly feel the row of hooks on the girl's bra, which inevitably stirred his desires.
His lips lingered on her cheek, then moved to caress her delicate, round earlobe.
A moist touch elicited an involuntary moan from Fu Jinqiao's throat.
That sound made Mu Qianfan's Adam's apple tighten, and he turned her around to face him, cupping her small face with his hands.
Fu Jinqiao obligingly closed her eyes, puckering her pink lips.
Yet the awaited kiss did not fall; instead, she was greeted by the man's low chuckle.
Fu Jinqiao opened her eyes, and seeing the curve of the man's lips, realized she was being teased, and became unwillingly to say anything.
