Chen Jiayan sat in a corner of the sofa.
Baola turned her head and saw Jiayan beckoning to her.
It was like he was coaxing a little cat, that look... so enticing.
Baola's throat overflowed with laughter, she put down her phone, and slowly shifted her buttocks towards Jiayan.
She deliberately dallied.
Jiayan grabbed her arm in one swift motion, directly pulling her into his embrace.
Baola fell downwards, not resisting, and her whole body leaned against Jiayan.
She did it on purpose.
The distance between them was reduced to a mere sliver of paper.
Baola, with her crimson lips hooked, smiled—a smile full of allure, exceedingly captivating.
"Chen Jiayan, if you want to sleep with me, just say it."
The woman's laugh was imbued with ambiguous colors.
Her sweet voice wound around him like a thread, entering Jiayan's heart, stirring up giant waves inside him.
"I haven't thought about that,"
he said.
Baola felt he was somewhat insincere.
