"Ugh, no, you can't!"
"Xu Qianli, calm down. Even if you're young, doing that sort of thing too much with men will definitely harm your body. You need to understand moderation."
"I'm your boss, and I'm older than you, so you have to listen to me. Let go of me already."
Sensing Xu Qianli's intentions, Lan Qianrong became embarrassingly shy, terrified, and extremely nervous, urgently persuading him to stop.
Sadly, with passion clouding his mind and visions of Lan Qianrong's captivating figure overwhelming him, Xu Qianli couldn't bring himself to stop. After placing her on the couch, he quickly leaned in for a kiss, silencing Lan Qianrong's incessant babbling lips and once again throwing her heart into turmoil.
Muttering to herself about her nemesis, Lan Qianrong simply went along with it, and soon the room echoed once more with sounds that made faces flush and hearts race, performing the most primitive of melodies.
