Han Zhuoli's Hungry Gaze Got The Green Signal

Just when her mind started wandering, she was carried and placed onto the office desk by Han Zhuoli.

The coldness of the desk penetrated her shirt, piercing her skin, causing Lu Man to be very alert.

Han Zhuoli looked at Lu Man in satisfaction, the dessert before his meal lying on this orange-red office desk, making her skin seem so white that it seemed like blinding light.

With her skin being so fair, the blush on her cheeks was accentuated, it felt as though red wine had dripped into her skin, gorgeous and graceful.

The two eyes that usually when awake were very clear and sly but at that moment only had a dazed look.

Right now, Lu Man was only wearing a blue pinstripe shirt with a slightly skewed collar that showed a bit of her delicate collarbone.

The depression in her collarbone seemed deep enough to be filled with wine, making Han Zhuoli want to pour some red wine into it, and then sip it bit by bit.