Lin Yan thought, she really couldn't do that.
If she really did, her reputation at the Lu Corporation would be ruined; the president's wife is jealous.
Originally, she was already at the center of a storm, in the eyes of netizens, a vicious woman who drove an artist to death.
Lin Yan, tired of pressing, rested her head on Lu Chenyuan's shoulder, "It seems like you haven't kissed me for a while."
"How long is a while? I just kissed you this morning."
Lin Yan pouted and slapped Lu Chenyuan's shoulder playfully, "That's not the kind of kiss I meant."
Lu Chenyuan understood what Lin Yan meant and slowly lowered his head, his warm breath drawing closer.
Their noses touched as they got closer.
Lin Yan hooked her arm around Lu Chenyuan's neck and took the initiative to kiss him.
Lu Chenyuan thrust his tongue, prying open her closed teeth, and forcefully swept in, entangling her soft tongue, stirring them together as if melting in this tender embrace.
