Trap for Sifeng

Yukiko's sudden action, made Sifeng reflexively open his mouth. It was then that Yukiko's tongue barged into Sifeng's mouth.

Ugh... French Kiss, eh? Wait, something also entered Sifeng's mouth.

APHRODISIAC!

Damn it! Sifeng is trapped! He glanced sharply at the woman who was now approaching him again.

"Khh, wha, what did you put in just now, huh?" Sifeng asked, furious.

Yukiko smirked, then sat on top of Sifeng who was now sleeping on his back. Yukiko looked at the boy.

"Just a little stimulant, Zhang-san," Yukiko said lightly. He drew closer to Sifeng's body. His hands are now even moving to unbutton the executive's shirt from China.

Yukiko knew that the man would not be able to resist because of the drug. Even though Sifeng's brain was against it, his body wanted Yukiko's touch.