"Director Li, don't..." Chen Yang hissed through his teeth.
He hadn't expected Li Yan to be so direct, and before he could stop her, she had him in her grasp. The friction, combined with the psychological thrill of being in an office, sent a shiver up his spine.
"Xiao Chen, this... is it fake?"
How could something this big possibly fit inside? Li Yan found it hard to believe. Compared to Chen Yang's treasure, was her husband's a fake? It was so small and soft. The more she thought about her husband's neglect and aloofness, the more her resentment and bitterness surged, compelling her to grip this unbelievable prize even tighter. I have to possess it, to enjoy it.
"Sister Li, this is the real deal. How could it be fake?" Chen Yang grew anxious and immediately defended himself.
A man can lose anything, but not down there.
"I don't really believe it."
