He Yahui wanted to express that she didn’t know this foolish girl.
But with a stiff upper lip, she sat down, and Lin Yuying, not contented, saw Liu An staring from behind and cheerfully chid, "Director, co and have so coffee, you’ve been working so hard."
"..."
In Ye Ning’s heart she wished that the more people present, the better, so that he wouldn’t be able to lay his Demon Claw on her.
However, just as she was about to get up, Mu Yeli rudely pulled her straight into his arms.
He sat on the chair and, to her horror, planted her firmly on his lap.
That would be...
Not very good huh.
On one side, Liu An chuckled nervously, without daring to speak, "Everyone has worked hard. Things should get better after this period of hard work."
He Yahui shared a knowing look with him, both gave a wry smile, feeling that they were the ones who truly had the hard ti.
There, Ye Ning realized how naive she’d been in her thinking.
As she sat there, about to speak, she felt Mu Yeli’s Demon Claw continue its teasing in a spot hidden from view.
Fuck, we’re just playing like this.
Ye Ning instantly stiffened.
With a faint smile, Mu Yeli looked at her as if he had done nothing, the expression...
She thought, he should be the one acting!
Acting all innocent and such.
If it weren’t for the obvious feeling of his hand moving on her thigh, she would have fallen for his seemingly serious cold look.
Mu Yeli’s hand was large, yet slender, with traces of years of training left in his palms, rough, yet not uncomfortable.
He was leaning there, his figure seductive, looking at her tender arm, and thigh, then at her small mouth, his body was already hot.
She stared at him indignantly, screaming internally.
This man...
There are so many people here, and he can still...
She wanted to move.
Mu Yeli grasped her arm and pressed her down.
Then, a low moan echoed in his ear.
"Move again, and I won’t be able to hold back."
"..."
Her cheeks reddened once again, Ye Ning didn’t dare to look at the people around her.
He Yahui was desperately chugging her coffee, wanting to ignore the couple in front of her.
Liu An was muttering in his heart, he surely wanted to glance at the duo’s ambiguous situation, but he didn’t dare to turn his face.
Only Lin Yuying was obliviously calling out, "Ye Ning, you’re so amazing in acting. Your performance is really good, right, Director Liu?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Ye Ning’s performance, within the entire circle, is comndable. Yahui, you really have good taste, you’ve found treasure."
"Yes, I’m just lucky."
Ye Ning could only watch herself give a dry laugh, but she felt him lean closer, his lips sliding along her earlobe. His disordered breathing, mixed with heat, made Ye Ning’s face turn even more red.
She held his arm tightly, telling him to stop his wild thoughts.
But she could feel his throat moving. Because of her action, his nostrils were beading with sweat.
He pressed her down again threateningly, feeling like her small body sitting on him, wanting to run while being so restless, was definitely trying to torture him to death.
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