Seeing Ning Lin's kiss coming, Song Guanchao turned his head to dodge it.
That kiss landed on his cheek.
She grabbed Song Guanchao's vital point with one hand, unceasingly stroking it.
Her other hand caressed his chest muscles, her eyes closed, kissing his face and neck without any technique, leaving behind wet, sweet saliva.
Song Guanchao was set ablaze by her actions.
If it were another time, facing such initiative from Ning Lin, Song Guanchao would definitely not have refused.
But he could clearly see that something was very off with Ning Lin.
It was as if she was drugged.
"Assistant Ning!"
Song Guanchao grabbed her shoulders to keep some distance between them.
But Ning Lin, having lost all reason, hugged his arm and continued to kiss him, her soft body clinging to him like an octopus.