Jiang Che's deep, predatory gaze roamed freely over the flawless seductress in his arms.
At that moment, Xu Bingning was wearing a tailored black haute couture office skirt suit, with not a scrap of excess fabric.
Her fitted silk blouse was stretched into a breathtakingly taut curve by her astonishingly full D-cup bust, as though its buttons might burst off at any second.
His gaze traveled downward.
Below her slender waist, narrow enough to clasp in one hand, was a black hip-hugging miniskirt that perfectly outlined the curves of her hips.
Her two straight, long, gorgeous legs were tightly wrapped in a layer of thin, breathable premium black stockings, accentuating their lush, blood-stirring softness!
A pair of ten-centimeter pointed stilettos beneath her feet displayed the sharp, imposing air of an ice queen to perfection.
This female CEO, who was usually lofty and cold toward every man.
Yet now, because of her excitement and delight, an enticing, burning flush had appeared on her coldly beautiful cheeks.
The frosty air that always lingered between her brows had been forcibly replaced by the charm of a woman in full bloom.
The clash between her pure, abstinent ice-queen aura and the spring desire in her eyes formed a soul-stealing contrast that made one's blood boil.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow slightly, a wicked smile curling across his lips.
He extended his warm, broad hand and smoothly moved it lower.
A crisp smack echoed through the quiet office.
Xu Bingning's delicate body shuddered violently, and her taut legs instinctively clamped together.
"Oh?"
Jiang Che's voice carried a teasing, condescending amusement.
"Tell me in detail—what exactly do you miss about your husband?"
Hearing his mischievous teasing.
The blush on Xu Bingning's cheeks instantly spread like a fiery sunset cloud, all the way to her crystalline earlobes.