"No, really no!"
"Xu Qianli, calm down, now is really not the time, let me go."
"Worst case, I agree to spend the night with you, that should be enough, right? You go find a place and book a room, and I'll come over as soon as I get off work."
"By then, you can do whatever you want with me."
Teng Ziyin was pleading softly as Xu Qianli placed her on the office desk.
Having followed Xu Qianli and become his woman, Teng Ziyin was filled with a sense of guilt, and now he even wanted to do that kind of thing in her own office—how could that be allowed?
The remnants of modesty and rationality made Teng Ziyin insist on refusing Xu Qianli, covering her ample chest and holding down her skirt, not wanting to succumb to him.
She wanted to refuse, but Xu Qianli didn't want to agree; he kissed her ear and said between heavy breaths, "I beg you, I'm really hurt, I beg you to help me heal. I'll remember your kindness for a lifetime."
