As soon as they entered the room, Xiaoling couldn't wait to throw herself into Sun Zhe's arms, like a hungry beast.
Her seemingly delicate body was filled with strength, pushing Sun Zhe directly against the wall.
"Mmm…"
The intense Yang Qi emanating from Sun Zhe made her soul tremble and body sway uncontrollably, wishing desperately to merge with the man before her.
She had been with many men, yet she had never encountered one as outstanding as Sun Zhe, who could drive women crazy.
Her delicate body pressed tightly against Sun Zhe as she rubbed against him; one slender hand explored back and forth across Sun Zhe's chest and waist, while the other wrapped around his neck, gently tiptoeing on her stockings, offering her fresh red lips.
Only then did Sun Zhe notice that her makeup was quite exquisite, clearly having been carefully applied before she went out.
However, when those moist red lips approached, Sun Zhe turned his face to evade them.
