The sunset's faint light quietly scattered over them.
Yan Xinxin tilted her head, responding to the man's gentle yet domineering kiss.
The sweet taste was even richer than before, perhaps because the brief separation had heightened their emotions...
Ah Ding, who had just arrived at the office door, saw this scene. His fair cheeks flushed red, and he quickly reached out to close the office's glass door.
"Young people these days... Next time, remember to close the door!"
He muttered, his face still red, glanced at the documents in his hand, put them back in the office, and then happily went to the 16th floor to pick up his Xue from work.
Yan Xinxin sat on the desk, with Mo Chuxi standing in front of her.
His chest intimately pressed against her soft body, their hearts were beating a joyful rhythm together, like a heavenly symphony.
His delicate kisses were like gentle rain nurturing the blooming flowers of her heart, spreading sweet fragrances and subtle sensations.
