Xu Yisen wasn't very concerned; he extended his index finger to lift Munni's delicate chin, a cheeky smile playing at the edge of his lips.
"Better to die under a peony than live in vain, especially for an imagined image."
After speaking, he bent down unceremoniously, his sensual thin lips carrying a devouring force, dominating Munni's soft red lips.
Her sweet cherry lips were like an addictive poppy, making Xu Yisen even less controllable.
Munni's hands, hanging by her legs, slowly wrapped around Xu Yisen's waist.
The elevator continued descending, and when the floor number changed to two, Xu Yisen reluctantly let go of Munni, whose cheeks were flushed red.
A playful smile appeared on his lips, a hint of seduction in his deep voice, "Want to take a break in the couch in my office?"
Of course, Munni understood the implication of his definition of 'rest'; she glared at Xu Yisen coquettishly, gently pushing him away.
