"President, if you don't want to, then I'll leave."
Li Zhiyan turned and walked away.
Catherine clenched her delicate fists, the humiliation in her blue eyes blatantly obvious.
"Don't leave, I'll get a room!"
Li Zhiyan let out a breath of relief internally—finally, the task would be completed.
Soon, Catherine rented a room on the third floor and led Li Zhiyan inside.
After shutting the door, Catherine stared at her snow-white, slender hands, feeling even more humiliated. What kind of person was Li Zhiyan anyway? But at this moment, she truly had no other choice.
"Li Zhiyan, go take a shower."
"President, I don't want to shower."
"I'll ask you one more time—are you doing this willingly?"
"Yes."
Catherine answered, full of humiliation.
Li Zhiyan gently pinched Catherine's chin and kissed her directly.
Catherine didn't resist, starting to passionately kiss Li Zhiyan back.
Li Zhiyan's hand drifted to Catherine's black silk-covered thighs.