C1019 Private Meeting

Zhan Hanjue bit on her earlobe, breathing rapidly. The company had a lot of work to do this year, and he needed Wan Yuvyuv's acupuncture to suppress his poison. It had been more than half a month since he last saw Ning Xi.

Feeling the steady beating of his heart, Ning Xi pushed him away and put her hands around his waist, greedily sniffing the smell on his body