Mu Sihan smoked faster. Even though his body was tensed, his handsome face was very cold and she could not see any desire.
Nan Zhi's breathing was a little tighter. She did not know what the man in the leather chair saw…
The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
"Mr Mu, please move."
This time, he did not make things difficult for her and retracted his two long legs, sliding the chair backwards.
Nan Zhi crawled out of the desk with her head lowered and she let out a sigh of relief when she breathed in fresh air.
But there was a knock on the door before she could straighten her body.
Nan Zhi's leg turned weak with fright and she dove forward.
She was half kneeling on the ground, her beautiful little face knocking into the indescribable place of the man.
Silent, it was eerily silent.
Her breathing became fast and hot breath spilled from on top of her.
The man frowned and his handsome face tensed.
