If I Say We Were Interviewing?

Jin Jingsen embraced Li Zhi, her legs wrapped around his slender waist.

He gently brushed his nose against her sweet dimples, his voice husky and mesmerizing.

"Darling! I enjoy it when you cling tighter to me."

"What contractual marriage? Once we're married, it's real!"

"Darling, I can suppress our hidden marriage, but don't even think about a contractual marriage. You are Mrs. Jin."

Jin Jingsen's voice grew increasingly maddening, his thin lips fervently expressing his feelings.

"Darling, you are mine. If you ever think of leaving me, don't even dare, unless I die!"

"Are you trying to kill me, darling? Do you want to watch me die?"

Li Zhi's heart raced uncontrollably, unable to suppress her trembling.

Oh my, Jiumin, the antagonist boss has gone insane! Ahhh!

After waiting for Li Zhi's response for a while, Jin Jingsen's inner demons grew even more frenzied.

He tilted his head, gazing at Li Zhi's quivering snow-white shoulders, and his thin lips descended.