Put Out Mr. Yi's Inner Fire

[The cold and revengeful boss VS the stubborn little wife] Song Mugu's white and slender fingers traced across his face, stopped on his light pink lips, caressed them frivolously, then wrapped around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him. Before leaving, she bit his lower lip in a coquettish way and kissed his chin smoothly. He didn't seem very surprised as he watched her take the initiative to open the first two golden buttons of his shirt. A particularly dazzling lip print was printed on the collar of his shirt. Then on his seductive collarbone, a plum blossom bloomed, neither light nor heavy. "Yi Chenzhong, this is what you owe me for the past ten years."