Qiao Xi frantically pushed Huo Xingzhou away, but the man deliberately defied her, hugging her and kissing her incessantly.
"Mr. Huo, um...someone is coming."
"I know."
He kissed her enough, and Qiao Xi's heart continued to race wildly.
Only when the person outside had reached the entrance did he finally let go of her.
"Wow! I've come at a bad time, haven't I?" Sun Weimeng, holding a large courier box in his hands, looked with interest at the entangled man and woman on the floor.
Her face flushed like peach blossoms, her clothes disheveled.
Her lips were red and swollen, obviously something was amiss.
"Huo Xingzhou, are you playing such big games now?" Sun Weimeng made himself comfortable on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of warm water.
