Miss Tang's stubbornness was forced out, suppressing the flames raging inside her body, but she refused to speak.
Young Master Sheng, though he blabbered nonsense, was not much better off than she was. His body seemed close to exploding, using all his self-control, he ultimately couldn't resist.
He cursed softly, "Damn it, woman, what are you made of?"
Unable to fight his body's instincts, Sheng Jianan kissed Tang Yanqi's lips again and began to act.
Just a moment before being completely swept away by this sensory feast, Tang Yanqi's lips curled into a smile.
What am I made of?
A ninja turtle.
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After a night of madness, Sheng Jianan woke up early the next morning, feeling refreshed, and turned to look at the woman beside him with her back to him, a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.
Last night, he was indeed a bit upset. Coming out of the dinner party, ignoring the fact he had drunk alcohol, he raced home just wanting to see her sooner.
