The First Cup of Milk Tea in Autumn

Ye Qingqiu raised an eyebrow and hooked Li Tingshen's tie. She pulled it out and twirled it in her hand.

"Comrade Li Tingshen, you're only three years older than me. Why are you so conservative in certain matters?"

Li Tingshen lowered his gaze to watch her fair and slender fingers twirling the tie in front of him.

"But you don't seem to have much willpower. You didn't think of doing anything with me when you were 18, but in the end, you still slept with me…"

Her words were gentle and soft, and her tone was long. An 18-year-old woman was as charming as a little vixen in front of him.

He reached out to grab her hand and said in a low and warm voice, "Have I made a mistake in my self-control?"

Her natural voice was pleasant to the ears no matter what. Now that there were only the two of them in the study, her low voice made the atmosphere seem as though something could happen at any time.