Don’t Mess with the CEO

She retorted, “Only a womanizer who has ‘seen many women’ would look like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep when seeing a woman.”

“We’ve reached a consensus,” he said.

“What?” Alarm bells rang in her head.

“Hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep.” He quickly closed the distance between them, kissing her lips.

Unlike the previous possessive kiss, this one was deeper and more provocative. He unabashedly invaded her lips and tongue, forcefully sucking her sweetness. His tongue stirred in her mouth, and if he wasn’t busy holding down her hands to prevent her from moving and hurting herself, he would have already undressed her…

For some reason, she always managed to provoke his deeper desires, making him uncontrollably crave her, wanting to devour her…

Qing Yan had been trying to maintain her consciousness, but his kiss and body temperature gradually made her kicking legs go limp, unable to kick anymore, as if she was melting under his touch. Simultaneously, an intimate sense of satisfaction and an empty desire surged within her, unconsciously responding to him.

But she didn’t know what to do, only knowing she didn’t want to remain in a state of being “eaten”. She bit and sucked at him passionately, like a feisty little wild cat clumsily chasing a rolling ball of yarn.

He chuckled softly. Even at a time like this, she wanted to compete with him? He deliberately withdrew his tongue, leaving her momentarily, and she quickly pursued him. His tongue played in her sweet cavity, then retreated, causing her to growl frustratedly.

Qing Yan hated when the opponent suddenly retreats mid-fight. Wei Zhan Yi released his hands, and she immediately wrapped her hands and feet around him, using the techniques she learned from him to counterattack.

They continued kissing passionately until he suddenly realized he could barely contain his desire and decisively ended the kiss.

She opened her eyes hazily, clearly intoxicated.

God! Such a gaze would definitely incite crime! He quickly pecked her, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I confirm you don’t have a fever,” he said deliberately. She needed to cool down her passion so he could extinguish his own burning desire.

“But I’m certain your blood pressure and pulse are definitely higher than before.”

Huh? She slowly realized what she had done, her face turning even redder.

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