Xu Qianli hadn't intended to take things this far, but Huang Ling, that tantalizingly sensual woman, had been too forward.
That stunning figure, each scorching kiss, her delicate sultry voice that seeped into one's bones, and her seductive mature fragrance, had completely overwhelmed him.
When Huang Ling turned around, leaned on the desk, and coquettishly glanced back at him while crooking her finger, Xu Qianli couldn't resist anymore. With a fierce smack to her curved buttocks, he called her a seductress and pounced to fulfill her wishes.
That temptress, she nearly claimed Xu Qianli's life.
Soon, the noise escalated.
From inside the desk compartment, Lan Jiao hurriedly covered her ears. Yet, the commotion of the desk was too loud, along with Huang Ling's unrestrained moans; covering her ears was futile.
After an indeterminate amount of time, everything settled down. Xu Qianli slumped back into his chair, displeased, and waved his hand dismissively at Huang Ling.
