Qin Mu watched the scene nervously, only to realize when she looked up that they were completely surrounded by people, all of whom were whispering about what was happening.
Mu Yichen dragged her outside, and Qin Mu felt like the bones in her wrist were about to be crushed by his grip.
Helian Hao looked at them leaving and worriedly asked Jing Feng, "What exactly happened just now?"
Jing Feng glanced at Liu Jingyuan, who was clumsily picking himself up from the ground, fiercely adjusting his tie, his expression furious.
"Not very clear, probably General Manager Liu was confessing to that woman."
"How could that be? Hasn’t Liu Jingyuan always claimed to be low-key?"
Jing Feng subconsciously looked towards Jing Qing, who immediately turned away upon catching his gaze: "Ladies, anyone who wants a drink, come with me!"
After her spirited call, many girls followed her towards the area with the drinks.
In his office’s lounge, Qin Mu also began to feel uncomfortable, her dress felt too tight and her skin began to itch all over.
Once Yichen closed the door and saw her kicking off her high heels in irritation, unzipping her dress and walking inside while undressing, it didn’t seem like her.
He followed her, and she turned around, annoyed, to say, "How would I know?"
Then, her dress fell to the floor.
Her skin, beautiful as jade, was suddenly exposed in front of him, which seemed to ignite desire more easily after she had drunk.
But as he noticed her condition wasn’t quite right, her neck was very red, and so were her ears and cheeks, her eyes also seemed to hold that kind of emotion.
He couldn’t help but reach out to touch her face, and she immediately pressed his hand against her cheek, not letting him move it away.
"Yichen, why do I feel like I..."
"Don’t speak, I know!"
Qin Mu looked up at him, her eyes weakened and moving because of the changes in her body.
Yichen immediately lifted her horizontally, kissing her lips while carrying her to the bed.
Sure enough, her body responded immediately upon touch.
Qin Mu wrapped her arms around him involuntarily, even began stroking his broad back proactively, and before he could kiss her, she initiated it.
"Yichen, I feel like I’m on fire."
"And I feel like a flood has erupted?"
He whispered with a laugh, gently kissing her burning skin.
Qin Mu could no longer bear his slow teasing and directly reached for his face to hold it, then leaned in to kiss his lips intensely.
That night, neither of them went home, and later on, Mrs. Mu started to lose consciousness, and after that...
She awoke in his arms, feeling too cozy to move.
By nine o’clock, it was already very hot outside, the sunlight fiercely beating down, but the air-conditioned room felt a bit chilly, which made being in his arms very comfortable.
Mu Yi had already woken up earlier but hadn’t left the bed, just quietly watching her sleep in his arms.
Qin Mu, groggy, opened her eyes to find him looking at her, his gaze dark and affectionate, which tickled her heart. She subconsciously withdrew her hands: "Good morning."
His voice sounded even more refreshing than hers, who had just woken up.
For him, last night was the most satisfying experience they’d had in years, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her bewitching forgetfulness.
Qin Mu, feeling flustered by his gaze, tightened her throat, wanting to move but realizing she was very weak, as if a heavy weight pressed on her back.
A frown formed on her face involuntarily, and she instantly remembered the night before.
Then lifting her head to look at him, she found him smiling so wickedly, so irresistibly.
As she was about to point at him, he lowered his head and took her finger gently into his mouth.
Qin Mu shivered, swallowing back the words that had reached her mouth as she watched his actions uneasily.
Soon he was on top of her, and she instinctively lay back in the right position due to his movements, his slender body covering hers.
His dark eyes gazed at her nervously, and he soon reached for her hand to suck on it.
Qin Mu felt she was doomed, only realizing how sore her legs were when his hands gently tugged at them; she wanted to refuse but had already lost the ability to do so.
His intimate insistence was to die for, while being incredibly gentle, his actions were too fluid, without any pause, until he entered her.