And her face burned up, uncontrollably flushing a deep red.

 “Not anymore,” she murmured, keeping her head lowered and shaking it, her face flushed.

 Due to the difference in their heights, even when seated on his lap, Song Wenxin was still shorter by a head. She had to raise her head in order to look him in the eye.

 Although she had long been engaged to be married, she had never been so close physically with Shen Jiayu.

 Not that Shen Jiayu had not wanted it, but that she had rejected him every time he tried. However, during those times, Shen Jiayu had still maintained his false persona as a nice gentleman in her presence, and so he had never forced himself on her.

 So Song Wenxin was still a tad sensitive and inexperienced when it came to dealing with the opposite sex.

 “But…” Song Wenxin moved her body uneasily and raised her eyes to look at him, unknowingly shifting her gaze, trying to avoid looking him in the eye.

 What they were doing now… was it a little too intimate?

 Although he was not a regular man and would probably not feel anything, she was a very normal woman!

 “But what?” he suddenly lowered his head and asked with a frown.

 Seeing her blushing face and obvious embarrassment, he actually felt quite happy in his heart.

 He had never been bothered with the trashy gossip spread by the troublemakers, but, at this moment, he suddenly had a change of mind.

 He smiled, and, with a devilish look in his eyes, he lifted his hand to hook and lift her chin.

 Song Wenxin was stunned by his actions.

 In the next instant, he lurched toward her suddenly, kissing her on the lips with his sensual lips.

 Song Wenxin was, by now, a little confused. Having confirmed Jiang Beihan’s sexual preference, and now being kissed once again by him, had filled her heart with a weird feeling.

 In her head, she suddenly fantasized about images of Jiang Beihan and Shangguan together… images that made her feel cold and nauseated…

 …

 Since she had just showered, her body emanated the lingering fragrance of shower gel, which, when blended with her natural body scent, presented a very pleasant aroma.

 This refreshing aroma wafted around Jiang Beihan’s nose, enhancing the sense of peace and tranquility in his heart…

 His dark eyes flashed.

 He realized what was happening to him.

 With a loud bang, all the items on the work desk were brushed aside, with some items tumbling to the floor.

 Jiang Beihan picked Song Wenxin up and laid her on the desk, flat on her back.

 At that moment, Song Wenxin’s head was cleared completely as she came to her senses and, upon reflex, pushed at him with her hands.

 At the same time, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

 This sensation of being so close to going completely out of control was, to his memory, the very first time it had occurred.

 Seeing him straighten his body, Song Wenxin also sat up immediately. Her face was flushed. She opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath, her heart beating rapidly–so rapidly that it might just have crashed out of her.

 “So sorry to have disrupted your work. I will go now,” Song Wenxin said, clamoring up from the desk. Without daring to look Jiang Beihan in the eye, she picked up her drawings and ran out of the study.

 Jiang Beihan stood rooted to the spot, watching her as she hurried away. Then, he frowned, cleared his somewhat dry throat, raised his hand to unbutton the top two buttons on his shirt, and took a couple of deep breaths before he was able to calm his body down.

 Within a short span of two days, he had lost it because of her. However, at least for now, he was still not inclined to force himself on her!

 Turning sideways to look at the chair that she had brought with her and had just occupied, he frowned and muttered to himself, “It’s way too quiet…”