Li Zhiyan pulled Catherine into his arms and kissed her crimson lips.
"Mmm... You filthy yellow-skinned man, kissing me again."
As Li Zhiyan's lips connected with hers, Catherine felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation. She despised him, yet here they were kissing again.
Worse yet, it was voluntary, even initiated by her.
"President, you're so bold."
Li Zhiyan's muffled words further ignited Catherine's fury as their kiss deepened. Part of her wanted to bite him.
But she restrained herself, knowing it wouldn't work—he always reacted too quickly. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand.
Five minutes later, they parted. Catherine folded her arms across her chest and glared at Li Zhiyan, whose lips still bore traces of her lipstick. The humiliation coursing through her heart grew with every passing second. She wanted nothing more than to strangle him.
"Alright, now tell me—what's your solution to this problem?"
