Hooligan

Shen Fanxing shook her head firmly and grabbed the front of her shirt. "No! Bo Jinchuan, you… you hooligan!"

"Fanxing," Bo Jinchuan's low and hoarse voice sounded again. There seemed to be flames burning in his eyes. "I miss you so much. What should I do?"

Bo Jinchuan regretted it. If he had known how much he missed her, he would have ravaged her before she left.

Now that they were separated by the screen, she could see but not touch. Every time she thought of the feeling of kissing and hugging her, she wished she could reach out and grab this torturous woman from the screen and caress her.

Glancing at the desk in front of him… his eyes darkened…

Yes, this desk was not bad.

The more she thought about it, the more tense her body became.

Seeing the obvious emotions in Bo Jinchuan's eyes and the helpless look on his face, she felt sorry for him.

It had been hard on him ever since he found out that she was pregnant.