The man's scorching breath licked the woman's delicate neck.
Qiao Xi realized what was happening and tried to stand up quickly, but he grabbed her wrist.
"I only told you to move down a bit, I didn't tell you to get off."
His thin lips landed on the corner of her lips, his abstinent appearance made one's heart flutter uncontrollably.
Qiao Xi had little experience in this area and wasn't a fast learner.
She could only let him have his way.
The space in the office chair was cramped as he embraced her and sat her on the desk, scattering documents everywhere.
He propped one hand on the desk, the other around her waist, leaning in for a kiss.
Qiao Xi was forced to lean back, her lips slightly parted.
Her eyes were moist, and a hint of tears shimmered at the corners. Feeling anchorless, she panicked and clutched at his shirt collar, inadvertently pulling him closer.
The atmosphere was somewhat out of control, mixed with a touch of thrill.