Her slender fingers grazed over Li Jing's firm chest, the lingering warmth at her fingertips gradually warming the air: "If you do me this favor tonight..."
The tone stretched long, her eyes full of allure, those charming almond-shaped eyes slightly squinted, resembling a cunning fox. She continued, "Tonight, I am yours."
Upon hearing this, Li Jing, suddenly stirred by the other, felt a rising heat but quickly grasped her mischievous wrist, asserting, "You are already my woman, do we really need terms for that?"
Wei Jia withdrew her hand, leaned back into the driver's seat, her gaze turning icy, followed by a cold laugh:
"We're not married. This kind of relationship can end at any time. If you want me, it's only with my consent.
Otherwise, your actions count as harassment..."
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer, her hair brushing against his cheek, warm breath on his ear, "Careful, I might report you for harassing female subordinates."
