Yangcheng People's Hospital.
Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Director's Office.
Within a cozy little cubicle.
Zhu Yan wrapped her arms around Sun Zhe's neck and slowly rose onto her tiptoes. She gazed at him affectionately, her clear, bright eyes gradually growing misty.
"Ah Zhe..." she murmured.
Her beautiful eyes gently closed as she tenderly offered her moist, crystal-clear, fiery red lips.
Sun Zhe closed his eyes as well, his tongue probing forward to invade her fragrant mouth, intertwining and wrestling with her soft, tender one. The moment their lips and tongues met, a fierce fire of desire was completely ignited.
It wasn't until Zhu Yan felt her brain growing starved of oxygen, on the verge of suffocating, that she pushed his face away. Her fiery red lips brushed against his as she whispered with fragrant breath, "Little rascal, hurry up... It's almost time to get off work."
"Mmm..."
