The beauty in my arms is like jade.

Her hair, black as a waterfall, brushes against my face, tickling me.

Every breath I take is full of her intoxicating scent, making my heart blossom with joy.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, why are you so quiet?"

Tang Xueyao gave a startled cry, her beautiful eyes darting toward the office door—thankfully, no one was passing by.

"Ms. Tang, I missed you so much. Let me kiss you first, okay?"

I couldn’t care less about anything else; these past few days, I’ve been going mad thinking about her.

I kissed her soft, warm lips in one swift move.

The soul-melting, bone-eroding sensation made me completely lose myself.

I hungrily sucked at the sweet liquid of her tongue.

And Tang Xueyao’s usual poise quickly melted into a dazed allure.

A faint flush bloomed across her pretty face, spreading out like the morning glow.

"Mmm, Zhang Yang, why does it feel so wonderful being with you?"

Tang Xueyao kissed me back passionately, her soft body writhing, burning hot.

My hand slipped into her shirt, gently kneading that peach-soft mound.

The stimulation made her moan, and her perked buds stood up right away.

"Ms. Tang, you must be falling for me. Well, I really like you, too."

I could feel her wanting me even more than last time—even responding timidly, moving her hips against me.

She must be addicted to me!

Who would’ve thought I could make a goddess as gentle and exquisite as Tang Xueyao unable to forget me?

Pride surged through my heart in an instant.

"But, Zhang Yang, I’m married after all. This really isn’t right, no, you can’t touch me like this anymore, ah, you—"

As Tang Xueyao cried out sweetly,

my other hand had already undone her blouse.

Her pink-patterned bra wrapped around two snowy white, perfectly round, perky breasts, so tender and delicate.

"Ms. Tang, you’re so big, so beautiful."

My mouth went dry staring at them, and I just kissed her straight away.

In an instant, my mouth and nose were filled with her sweet milky scent, so soft and comfortable.

If I had to compare, she’s not as big as Li Fengdie, but hers are perkier and rounder, the shape is just perfect.

I hadn’t been kissing long before Tang Xueyao was gasping, quivering, her senses gradually ignited.

Still, she bit her pearly teeth tightly, trying to hold back.

"Zhang Yang, I’m serious. I want to end things between us."

I froze, lifted my head, and stopped what I was doing.

"Ms. Tang, did I do something wrong?"

"You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just Li Jian installed a bunch of cameras at home, and he’s been secretly following and investigating me. It’s dangerous."

Tang Xueyao bit her lip, looking uneasy and repressed.

So it was all because of that garbage Li Jian.

"Ms. Tang, I’ll definitely help you take care of this."

I said, completely confident and sure of myself.

Tang Xueyao looked half convinced, half doubtful.

She pursed her red lips and said, "Zhang Yang, if you really can handle it, then I won’t have any more worries."

"So, does that mean you don’t want to let go of me either, Ms. Tang?"

I picked her up and set her down on the office reception sofa.

"Zhang Yang, actually, I really missed you too. That night was so amazing, I even dreamed about it at night—I dreamed of you... oh... I can’t say it..."

Tang Xueyao stammered, unable to go on.

Her breathtaking face was flushed with shame, nothing like a CEO at all.

"Ms. Tang, in your dream, did I tear your black stockings?"

Seeing her beautiful legs in those black stockings, I got wicked ideas and tore a hole at her thigh.

A patch of fair, tender skin peeked out.

The contrast with the surrounding black stockings was striking.

Tang Xueyao’s body trembled.

"No, if you tear them like this, how am I supposed to work?"

"Then tell me about your dream. Otherwise, I’ll keep tearing."

I went at it again, ripping a few more holes in her black stockings.

It gave me such a rush.

I couldn’t stop myself at all.

"Ah, even if I tell you, they’re already ruined now."

Tang Xueyao was flushed with embarrassment, the sense of being stripped layer by layer making her feel utterly exposed and ashamed.

"Then just stop wearing them."

I yanked off her black stockings completely.

Her long, slender, snow-white legs were now fully exposed, dazzling and enticing.

I couldn’t help myself—I started playing with them right away.

I caressed from her calf all the way up her thigh—the sensation was just so silky.

Then, unable to resist, I slipped my hand under her tight skirt...