Depression

Zhuo Yihang was so busy and he sneezed. He hoped that the president would get better soon. He had not slept for three days, and he really couldn't hold on any longer...

Jiang Li leaned into Fu Jiuxiao's arms and felt very at ease, especially when she felt Fu Jiuxiao's powerful pulse beating along with her own.

However, this peaceful period of time did not last long, and Fu Jiuxiao started to put his hand into Jiang Li's clothes.

Jiang Li's back stiffened. Ever since they both knew each other's intentions, Fu Jiuxiao felt like he was always unsatisfied, but in the end, he restrained himself.

This made Jiang Li feel helpless and confused. What did Fu Jiuxiao care about? Actually, she didn't really mind...

"Ah Li."

Fu Jiuxiao's eyes were filled with gentleness as she called out to Jiang Li softly. Jiang Li also took the initiative to move closer to Fu Jiuxiao. Just as their lips were about to touch, Fu Jiuxiao's phone rang...