Gong Ting heard footsteps behind him, turned around, and saw Xiao Yu charmingly standing in the bedroom. A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to beckon her.
Xiao Yu stood in place without moving and did not actively approach him. Instead, he became impatient and said in a deep voice, "Come here!"
Xiao Yu pursed her lips, succumbing to the man's oppressive aura. She reluctantly stepped forward, and with a forceful pull, she fell into the man's arms. The next second, her lips were fiercely sealed by the man, wantonly plundered.
She couldn't breathe smoothly and reached out to pound his shoulder. After a while, he finally let her go and hoarsely said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Continue talking."
Her head was pressed against his chest by his large hand, his heart beating erratically out of control, thumping and intertwining with the rhythm of her heartbeat. She panted slightly, her breath filled with his cool masculine scent.
