She was like a fish parched for a long time, desperately absorbing moisture, responding to him with all her might.
Perhaps sensing her response, Nan Sichen felt the raging fire in his heart gradually calm down, slowly softening into a clear spring.
His kisses became gentler.
The office was silent aside from the sounds of their increasingly heavy breathing. What was usually a serious workplace was now a scene of romance.
Nan Sichen's hand slowly explored under the hem of her clothes, then he lifted her up, his large hand sweeping aside all the documents on the desk, gently placing Qin Yin on the table, and reached out to strip her clothes...
Qin Yin lay on the desk with languid, sultry eyes, her legs wrapped around his waist, her face slightly flushed, her lips even redder, parted slightly as she breathed softly.
Nan Sichen felt every cell in his body clamoring, wanting her.
The movements to strip her clothes became rougher and more urgent.
'Thud, thud, thud…'
