After work, in the company's underground parking lot, Jiang Yi was bent over, rummaging through her bag for her car keys.
She had just gotten a call from Grandfather, saying a relative had returned to City Y from abroad and wanted to get together for a meal in a private room, so he asked Jiang Yi to come home early.
There wasn't anything extra for Jiang Yi to do at work today, anyway.
Most of the work had been handled by Zhu Shuanghua.
Before she could find her keys in the bag, she bumped into a man's chest.
A familiar herbal fragrance invaded her nostrils.
The next moment, she was being held tightly in an embrace, firmly restrained.
Jiang Yi tried to struggle, but Wen Suihan wouldn't let go. Before she could utter some heart-chilling words, Wen Suihan had already lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.
Their lips and teeth collided, a familiar and craving taste, with a slight ache in the teeth.
