And just like that, she allowed Xu Shiyan to indulge herself.
Xu Shiyan’s fingers trailed down from his thin lips, coming to rest at Bo Jinke’s collarbone. With a flick of her index finger, she loosened his tie.
Gaze locked with gaze, they were so close they could feel each other’s breath. An ambiguous tension fermented in the air, a stimulation that felt like a devil’s whisper, luring one toward ruin. Bo Jinke’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his chest rising and falling, his breathing slightly ragged. Xu Shiyan’s fox-like eyes slowly narrowed in triumph.
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