Zhang Lan didn't quite understand the reasons and connections, but he had undoubtedly planted seeds of doubt in his heart.
Jue Shi Hotel.
Suite 903, Tang Yige stood outside the suite, having just fished out the room card from her bag when the door seemed to open from inside as if sensing her presence.
Soon, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled inside.
As the door closed, Tang Yige was pressed against the door panel by someone, and overwhelming kisses rained down on her lips.
Tang Yige slightly raised the corners of her mouth, lifting her arms to embrace the neck of the person in front of her.
Her initiative and compliance managed to soften the intense individual.
Feeling his warm lips pecking gently on hers, Tang Yige squinted, her moist eyes watching the man's gentle face in front of her.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Si Nan punished her with a bite on her lower lip, uttering lowly.
"...Phone on silent, didn't hear it." Tang Yige opened her mouth and lied.
