The moment her red lips pressed against his, Song Guanchao hadn't even had a chance to savor her fragrance before he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away.
Strands of saliva hung from their lips, the atmosphere so thick with ambiguity that it muddled their senses.
Their breath came in quick gasps, the hot air puffing against one another's faces.
Song Guanchao's face was stern, "Are you serious?"
Qu Xiangru's gaze was unwavering, "Are you afraid?"
"Don't provoke me. I told you, you're not thinking straight right now. If I took advantage of you, it would be an act of opportunism."
"Besides, your body needs rest."
The things that attract a man to a woman are no more than looks and figure.
But for Song Guanchao, appearance is just the foundation.
A woman possessing her unique charm is far more captivating to him.
Qu Xiangru clearly belongs to this kind of woman.
Not only does she have a distinct charisma, but she also holds an extraordinary position as Deputy Governor.
