Gu Nanxi placed both hands on Zhong Li's office chair, leaning in close: "Are you stupid? Can't you see I just wanted you to have dinner with me?"
"I saw, but didn't I just refuse you in a subtle way?"
Zhong Li discreetly averted her gaze, a few strands of hair clinging to her pale cheek.
Gu Nanxi's well-defined fingers pinched Zhong Li's chin, forcing her to look at him: "Want me to kiss you again?"
"You better not touch me again, we're not right for each other, and there's no chance."
Gu Nanxi's sharply cut thin lips curved slightly upward, and he unexpectedly lifted Zhong Li from the chair, turning around and pressing her against the desk, his lips meeting hers accurately.
Since they were at the company, Zhong Li didn't dare scream out loud, only managing to push desperately, but the difference in strength between men and women was useless.
