The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

At noon, Wen Song went to the 66th floor on time.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a figure pressed me hard against the doorframe.

A deluge of kisses rained down, and in an instant, Lu Zhiheng's slightly bitter woody scent completely overwhelmed my senses.

On the way to the company in the morning, Lu Zhiheng had already pinned her down in the back seat of the car and given her a good scolding.

One second ago, Zhou Shijing was standing outside the car window, politely saying, "Thank you, Uncle. Drive carefully on the road."

The next second, the car window and the interior partition rose up at the same time, and Lu Zhiheng's figure loomed over him.

The kiss was intense, filled with possessiveness and jealousy. His fiery tongue licked every inch of her mouth, stealing all the air from her.

The car windows were quickly fogged up, and the man, dressed in a suit and exuding an upright demeanor, seemed to have completely shattered his veneer of restraint and self-control.

Wen Song didn't expect that even after half a day, the jealousy surging within him had not subsided.

He pinned her against the door, and in the silence, the only sounds were their soft breathing and the intimate splashing of water.

Wen Song quickly couldn't take it anymore, her body went limp and she slid down.

Lu Zhiheng supported her buttocks with both hands and lifted her to sit on the sofa.

Their lips parted briefly. Lu Zhiheng rested his head on the back of the sofa, his eyes, filled with desire, gazing tenderly at Wen Song. "Didn't you say you'd wait for me to come up and kiss and hug you? Now we can begin."

It took Wen Song a moment to realize that he was referring to the message she had sent him that morning to comfort him.

She sat on his lap, her chest heaving from the kiss that had almost suffocated her, her voice weak and slightly breathless, "That was just an emoticon."

"Really? But I took it seriously."

Lu Zhiheng's voice was deep and husky, almost seductive, "So, do you want to kiss me?"

Wen Miaomiao rested her small hands on Lu Zhiheng's chest, her eyelashes trembling as if they had been scorched by flames.

She couldn't refuse Lu Zhiheng like this, and she couldn't refuse her own heart that kept wanting to get closer to him.

She slowly moved closer to those slightly parted, thin lips, as if silently inviting her.

The moment the print touched her, the warm and soft sensation made her unconsciously close her eyes.

Unlike the previous times when it was a fleeting touch, her pink tongue, as if savoring a delicacy, slowly traced the outline of his lips.

Feeling the man's breathing become heavier, she cautiously ventured into his territory, mimicking his actions—licking, entwining, sucking…

Lu Zhiheng's chest heaved more and more, the kitten's softness and sweetness like a fire, instantly igniting the fire within him.

The fire raged and spread at an uncontrollable speed. His large hand on her slender waist tightened and tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, outlining winding and flamboyant lines.

Wen Song's waist ached slightly from his grip, and as her mind trembled, she clearly sensed the sudden, strange sensation beneath her.

The scalding heat was so close, its presence so intense, that it made her freeze.

She instinctively tried to pull away from his lips, but the man took the initiative at that moment.

He grabbed the back of her head with his large hand and plundered her almost brutally.

In a dizzying moment, Wen Miaomiao, who had been sitting on Lu Zhiheng's lap, was suddenly pressed down onto the sofa by Lu Zhiheng.

The phone in her pocket rang. Wen Song felt weak all over and had no energy to pay attention to it. Lu Zhiheng reached out and took it out. Just as he was about to hang up for her, his eyes swept over the caller ID and a deep sense of annoyance suddenly filled his eyes.

He didn't hang up, but simply swiped to connect and casually tossed the phone aside.

An ambiguous atmosphere once again lingered between the two, but Wen Song suddenly heard Zhou Shijing's clear voice.

"Hey, Songsong, are you listening?"

Wen Song's body stiffened, and his previously scattered consciousness suddenly became clear again.

She caught a glimpse of the phone on speakerphone beside her and instinctively tried to push the man off her.

Lu Zhiheng cupped her face and kissed her again without saying a word.

Lu Zhiheng's presence was undeniable in her mouth, while Zhou Shijing's voice murmured in her ear, "Songsong, I called to ask if you've had lunch yet."

"I know you're still angry with me, but that's okay. If you don't want to talk to me, you can listen to me."

Wen Song's cheeks flushed red, and she was unable to speak at all. Her lips were blocked, and a restless large hand was trying to slip under the hem of her clothes.

Overwhelmed by shame, she struggled uneasily beneath Lu Zhiheng, especially as his fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, sending shivers down her spine.

Zhou Shijing's voice continued in my ears.

"Songsong, I don't want to end things with you. The Zhou Shijing who suffered from amnesia was not me at all. You can hate him, but don't despise me."

Lu Zhiheng suddenly grabbed Wen Song's hand, and Wen Song couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

Zhou Shijing, with his keen hearing, asked, "Songsong, what are you doing? What was that sound just now?"

Wen Song held her breath, but Lu Zhiheng deliberately withdrew his tongue slowly from her lips, mischievously sucking on her lips before kissing her all the way down her slender neck.

Wen Song bit her lip tightly, her heart filled with panic. She hoped that Zhou Shijing on the other end of the phone would hang up quickly, while at the same time she longed for Lu Zhiheng to stop this intimate behavior that made her feel flustered and helpless.

However, Zhou Shijing didn't hang up the phone and kept talking, "Songsong, it's been so long since we've talked alone together. I'll pick you up from get off work tonight, and we can find a restaurant you like and chat while we eat, okay?"

Lu Zhiheng became even more aggressive, and when he sucked on her, the unintentional scraping between his teeth made Wen Song's toes curl up tightly.

"Sweetie, relax."

His muffled words of comfort, his deep voice, struck Zhou Shijing like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

His tone, which had been gentle just moments before, instantly turned irritable. "Who? Who's talking over there? Songsong? Wensong? Who are you with right now?"

Zhou Shijing continued to roar, and Wen Song finally leaned forward, reached for her phone, and quickly pressed the hang-up button.

Now, the whole world fell silent. She exhaled deeply and pushed away the man's head that was buried in her chest.

Are you angry?

Lu Zhiheng tried to pull Wen Song, who was sitting up and tidying her clothes, into his arms, but the girl ruthlessly pushed him away.

"Get away from me, don't touch me."

This was the first time the kitten had ever thrown a tantrum in front of him. The usually gentle man was now puffing out his cheeks, looking both cute and fierce.

Ignoring her resistance, Lu Zhiheng forcefully pulled her onto his lap and held her captive.

Are you going tonight?

Wen Song turned her head away from him, "Go ahead, they've been so sincere in inviting me, of course I'll go."

Lu Zhiheng's expression darkened slightly, but he still patiently said, "Good boy, speak properly, don't be stubborn."

Wen Song snorted lightly, "Who's sulking? You took my call without my permission and wouldn't let me talk to anyone. Even if I wanted to refuse, I didn't have a chance."

Lu Zhiheng tightened his arms around her waist. "I promised you I wouldn't make our relationship public in front of my family before the New Year, but I'm not generous enough to let him harass you repeatedly."

Wen Song was initially a little angry, but upon hearing Lu Zhiheng's even more aggrieved accusations, her momentum immediately weakened. She muttered in a low voice, "It hasn't happened repeatedly, has it? Just once today, and you were there the whole time, weren't you?"

"Can I not be here?"

Lu Zhiheng flicked her delicate nose with his finger, "Do you think everyone is as heartless as you, only wanting to run away as soon as a rival comes?"