Rong Zhi crossed his arms across his chest and sat back elegantly in his seat, watching Chu Zhiya walk into the light of the desk lamp.

Under the man's deep and calm gaze, Chu Zhiya showed a little panic, but she had finally gotten rid of the shadow of the past and was as confident as any other beautiful woman like her.

She slowly walked up to Rong Zhi, and under Rong Zhi's meaningful gaze, she squeezed into the small, tight space between Rong Zhi and the mahogany desk, and then gently moved her buttocks, sitting on the desk sexy and coquettishly.

Go up, legs elegantly folded... Lean forward, open the book in your hand with the most feminine gesture, your eyes turn to Rong Zhi, "Zi, listen to me reading a poem to you, okay?"

This smart and confident woman shows off her perfect and attractive figure to the maximum extent: delicate face, plump breasts, slender white legs...

However, it is elegant and decent, seductive but not cheap.

In particular, she opened her sexy and hot red lips, used a magnetic and charming voice, and used the most romantic French in the world to emotionally recite the most passionate love poem of a female writer in her youth.

This poem expresses the desire for love and sex with the most frank emotions and the most explicit vocabulary.

That kind of entanglement between bodies seemed to already exist between the two people in the space when Chu Zhiya opened her red lips.

Physical teasing is simply too fragile compared to this kind of mental teasing.

Chu Zhiya is a master among masters, and no man can escape such a god-level temptation.

Even Rong Zhi had to look at Chu Zhiya with admiration tonight!

This woman may not be as simple as he imagined!

At least...she is by no means just a vase in the Chu family.

Thinking about it, Rong Zhi stood up with a wicked smile on his lips.

The man's sudden black shadow slowed down Chu Zhiya's reading of the poem, but the woman quickly recovered. After reading the last sentence, with a perfect ending, she closed the book, pressed it on the table, and asked

Rong Zhi, "Is my reading okay?"

Rong Zhi came closer to Chu Zhiya, forcing Chu Zhiya to lean back subconsciously. The man naturally pressed down on the table, trapped her in his arms, and asked in a low and deep voice, "I said I don't understand.

French, will you translate for me the poem you just read?"

As he spoke, he deliberately approached Chu Zhiya and blew a breath of hot air into the woman's ear.

Chu Zhiya trembled all over, her ears and neck turned red.

Rong Zhi asked her to translate the poem just now? Chu Zhiya's nervous heart pounded.

How could such a passionate and explicit erotic poem be translated? Moreover, everyone knew that Rong Zhi had been extremely talented since childhood and could speak multiple languages! What he said... was just to tease her nerves.

Chu Zhiya blushed with embarrassment and reached out to pick up the book, but her hand was held down by Rong Zhi.

On the old record player, romantic jazz has reached its climax.

Chu Zhiya's heart seemed to be driven by the music, beating faster and faster... almost to the point of suffocation...

The air around the two of them was burning rapidly, and it seemed that they could hear the crackling sound of the flames.

A touch of coldness suddenly touched the right side of Chu Zhiya's face. She shuddered from the violent suffocation, raised her eyes, and met Rong Zhi's gaze.
Chapter completed!