ppeared.His muscular chest definition was subtly hinted at under his tight clothing. He was tall and slender with a captivatingly abstinent aura.No, not daylight…Perhaps because she works in an offic...Even when she was eating, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Cold night's words made Tong Yimo suddenly come back to her senses.

Only then did she realize he had eaten almost all of the food she had cooked, but the meat dish and soup that Luo Yi made, he seemed to have barely touched.

It seems like he really doesn't like to eat.

"Why aren't you speaking"

He suddenly leaned close to her body. When he spoke, his breath sprayed onto her earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through her heart.

"I-I'm fine." Tong Yimo only felt a slight itch in her ears, instinctively stepping back slightly to maintain some distance between them.

But, this subtle action of hers, seen in Leng Yechen's eyes, made his previously excellent mood suddenly vanish. His face unconsciously sank a few degrees as well.

Was she unwilling for him to get close to her

But, what can be done

The more she resisted, the closer he wanted to be to her!

Cold Night Chen suddenly stood up from his chair, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and leaned slightly toward Tong Yimo.

An invisible aura of dominance emanated from him, instantly enveloping Tong Yimo.

His fingertips gently pinched her chin, causing a shiver of unease through her.

Just moments ago, he was calm and composed. Now, he seems like a completely different person, his eyes filled with adoration when he looks at her.

Cold Night Shen lifted his other hand and gently wiped the oil stain from her lips.

Tong Yimo's face was fair with a touch of redness, her eyes were clear and bright like pools of water. Her long eyelashes curled upwards like wings, fluttering gently, making her look like an exquisite Barbie doll.

In the cold night, he lowered his eyes and gazed at her rosy lips. A faint smile involuntarily curved his lips.

His smile, for no apparent reason, caused Tong Yimo to lose her train of thought.

His lips in the cold night are actually very attractive, with an appropriate width. Slightly thin but very sexy...

Especially when he wore that smirk, a mix of mischief and allure, it would involuntarily make her think back to the feeling of his kiss.

Goodness! How did she even think of kissing

Tong Yi Mo subconsciously turned her head, secretly annoyed and bit her lower lip.

And her unintentional lip-biting action imbued her sweetness with a hint of alluring charm.

Lán Yè Chén suddenly held the back of her head, Tóng Yǐ Mò was startled and looked up into his black eyes.

And he leaned in, capturing her slightly parted lips.

Actually, he and she thought of the same thing...

Kiss...

He savored the fragrance of her lips.

Tong Yimo's wide eyes slowly drooped.

After she accepted his kiss, he slowly deepened it, step by step, gently luring her into his embrace.

Unconsciously, the hands she had let hang by her thighs rose lazily. As his kiss deepened, she reached out silently and wrapped her arms around his solid, tight torso like an inverted triangle.

Her body was pressed tightly against his, and even through the fabric of their clothes, she could feel the warmth radiating from him.

At the very moment when her four lips parted slightly, their lip pearls were glistening with a translucent sheen.

She gazed up at him with hazy eyes, her gaze lost in the depths of his dark orbs. A veil of misty ambiguity hung over his intense pupils.

Tong Yimo stared intently at Leng Yesen. A hint of wickedness, a touch of rascality, and a captivating charm played on his thin lips.

Her breathing suddenly became a little rapid, desperately trying to hide the feeling of a fluttering heart that she felt at this moment.

"Brother... your belt buckle is pressing against me." Tong Yimo's hands were still wrapped around Leng Yeshen's waist, she was kissed by him until her face was red and her heart beat fast, her voice when she spoke was especially soft and sweet, with an undeniable emotion.

She…

How is it going

In the cold night, he didn't speak. His Adam's apple moved, and he just smiled meaninglessly.

He didn't tell her that, in fact, it wasn't a belt buckle.

Because he didn't want to be questioned again about using her as a vent, this time, he held back and made no further advances towards her.

His large hand cupped her flushed cheek, his fingertips tracing the skin beneath, smooth and tender. He moved them gracefully along her facial contours, down towards her jawline.

When his fingers trailed along her collarbone, sliding down to her chest, her body trembled involuntarily.

The next second, between his fingers, was only a strand of her hair falling across her chest, slowly lifted.

In the cold night, he lowered his head and kissed the delicate strands of hair on his hand, belonging to her, Tong Yi Mo.

He gently sniffed the fragrance in her hair, his voice laced with magnetic temptation: “See you tonight, my swan princess. Now, I have to go to work.”

In the cold night, Leng Ye's seductive voice teased her sensitive nerves. Tong Yimo had a dizzying illusion, and an inexplicable flutter of excitement swirled in her heart.

He rushed back temporarily, there are still many things in the company waiting for him to deal with.

Actually, he figured it out.

He could tolerate her not loving him, but he couldn't tolerate her leaving him.

Because he once missed her, he now cherishes her.

Tong Yimo looked at Leng Yechen, a hint of uncertainty in her heart. She secretly pondered the other meaning behind his words, "See you tonight."

15411/41882851tirely different worlds.It's no wonder Yimo always says there are two chasms between him and her, I finally understand today.But Tong Yimo was looking at Leng Yeshen with anticipation, waiting for his...