Ye Shu shuddered in fright, her phone almost slipping from her grasp. She quickly clenched it tight and anxiously called out, "Zifeng, Zifeng, what's happened to you?"
The line, however, had already gone dead.
Ye Shu's face paled in terror as she hurriedly shoved her phone into her handbag, ready to bolt outside.
But she was caught in a tight embrace by Sheng Shaochen, his deep voice layered with a sexy rasp tickling her ear, "What's the matter? Doesn't Mrs. Sheng plan to thank Mr. Sheng?"
"I... I don't have... time right now, I need to see how Zifeng is... Tonight, tonight I'll... make it up to you..."
Ye Shu was both frantic and mortified, wishing she could just burrow into a hole and hide.
Sheng Shaochen nibbled on her ear, "Remember what you said!"
Then, he reached over and began to lift the hem of her T-shirt.
"Sheng, Sheng Shaochen, what are you doing? I said tonight, didn't I?"
Could it be... all men are this impatient?
