For every step she took back, he took one forward. She retreated again, and he pressed on, until Qin Mei's back hit the wall, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
Jie Jingchen braced his hands on the wall, trapping Qin Mei between his body and the hard surface. His deep voice was utterly enchanting. "I'm not sleepy."
He'd never had a habit of napping in the afternoon, but he'd picked it up from Qin Mei. Now, even after going back to work, he made sure to sneak in a quick doze during his lunch break.
She was all too familiar with that look. Qin Mei felt a flicker of apprehension as his hot breath washed over her face. She instinctively raised her hands to his chest, stopping his hard torso from pressing against her soft curves. "Jie Jingsi, move."
"Meimei." Jie Jingchen leaned down and captured her lips. The kiss was gentle at first, a slow, intimate exploration.
