In Beijing, inside the apartment, Liang Rong hung up on Zhuang Chujiao's call and was about to get up when a pair of arms circled her waist from behind.
"Where are you going?" A man's husky voice came through.
"I've got something to do, I'm going to make a call." Liang Rong said, reaching down to pick up the bathrobe that had fallen to the floor.
Unfortunately, a hand stopped her.
"Make the call here."
Liang Rong frowned, "Be good, listen."
"Is there anything I can't hear?" He Jianzhou sat up, pressing close to her, holding her tight, burying his face in her neck for kisses, with his hands wandering shamelessly over her body.
Liang Rong grabbed his hand, and said softly, "Stop it."
"Sister Rong, don't you want it?" He Jianzhou suddenly bit her neck.
Liang Rong let out a soft moan, wanting to push him away, but her body was powerless.
Suddenly, He Jianzhou turned her body around, facing each other.
He bit her lips, and as they kissed, their breaths became disordered.
