Jasmine hugged Paul tightly. She stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him.
Paul's brows furrowed. He didn't like how Jasmine kept taking the lead. However, she was bold and charming. The faint fragrance that smelled like fruit from her body was like a deadly poison, causing his belly to tighten.
He placed his palm on her waist and pressed her deep into his embrace. He pried open her lips and intensified the kiss.
In the end, he pinned Jasmine against the wall and looked down at his trousers with a gloomy face, "Jasmine, do you have a death wish?"
"It's not my fault, is it?" Jasmine leaned back against the wall, drawing a distance between them. She looked at him innocently and said, "Mr. Clinton, it was you who couldn’t control yourself. I wish I could help you, but..."
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