Lin Jiyue's eyes widened in astonishment. That handsome face was so close that she pressed it down instantly, and her slightly opened red lips were tightly blocked.
Zhuang Licheng's lips covered hers, and her exclamations were swallowed into his throat by him.
Lin Jiyue put her hand on his chest in panic, pushing, but she couldn't push it away. Her hand was so soft that she had no strength at all. His hot embrace wrapped her tightly, unable to move.
Zhuang Licheng's lips gently licked her lips as tender as petals, and the tingling feeling went straight to the bottom of his heart.
Sucking her delicate and soft lips, Zhuang Licheng slowly closed his eyes and licked her aromatic taste to his heart's content. Lin Jiyue's rapid and shy breathing merged with his, and his consciousness gradually got lost in each other's breath.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that the two of them came back to their senses.
Zhuang Licheng let go of her, breathing heavily and his eyes became hot.
Lin Jiyue didn't dare to look at him and ran out of the kitchen in a panic, unable to recover for a long time.
Covering her mouth, she couldn't believe it, he kissed her again.
If the kiss was like a kiss just now, Lin Jiyue could still convince herself that Zhuang Licheng only kissed her because he liked eating the noodles she made.
So what does that passionate and deep kiss just now mean?
She couldn't explain the feeling in her heart at this time. It was so chaotic that she couldn't think clearly.
Lin Jiyue's brain was like paste, and his taste was still on her lips. It was a very familiar taste, really familiar.
Could it be that Senior Zhuang likes her a little bit?
Lin Jiyue was startled by her own idea, and then a huge ecstasy surged in her heart.
Just as she was immersed in her own joy, a voice suddenly came from behind her: "Miss Lin?"
"Huh?" Lin Jiyue turned around and saw a woman wearing a black suit and skirt.
"The boss asked me to bring you clothes!" The woman's name is An Qian. She is Zhuang Licheng's personal assistant. She has been with him for several years and is familiar with his taste.
"Oh, thank you!" Lin Jiyue took the clothes and nodded to her in thanks.
Then he entered the locker room.
Putting on this pink chiffon skirt, she found that the size was just right, showing off her figure perfectly. The material was very soft and comfortable to wear.
Looking in the mirror, my temperament inside suddenly improved to a higher level.
Lin Jiyue was shocked when she saw the tag.
It’s actually from Chanel?!
It must be very expensive. Clothes from this brand cost at least tens of thousands.
But she has nothing else to wear now, so she can't keep wearing Senior Zhuang's shirt.
After thinking about it, Lin Jiyue decided to come out wearing this skirt.
The woman in black who had just given her the clothes had disappeared, and the huge living room seemed extremely quiet.
The stern figure sitting on the gray fabric sofa exudes a lazy and noble aristocratic atmosphere.
Zhuang Licheng glanced at Lin Jiyue, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Lin Jiyue felt a little uncomfortable and was about to speak awkwardly when his voice came: "These clothes really suit you very well."
"I will return the clothes to you after they are washed." Lin Jiyue said seriously.
Forget it if it’s just an ordinary piece of clothing, this is Chanel’s limited edition, it’s too expensive, she can’t afford it!
"What I give out will never be taken back!" Zhuang Licheng raised his thin lips and said with a slightly serious look on his handsome face.
"Then I'll give you money..." Before Lin Jiyue could finish her words, she was interrupted unhappily by Zhuang Licheng.