She was kissed suddenly. Yin Shuiling was frozen as she stood on the spot. Her nostrils were full of the man's healthy and pleasant scent, and her legs went soft.
She heard the man softly ask, "Which room do you want me to go through the reports in, huh?"
No matter how blurry Yin Shuiling felt, her small face was crimson red after hearing what he said. She pushed him away with her small, fair hand, and she covered her face as she turned her head around to run.
Yin Muchen stood up straight to look at her back profile. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved puffy dress. It was a loose design, but it could not cover her figure that was getting more and more svelte. The hem of the skirt was beneath her kneecap. Her snowy white foott bore the diamond anklet that he bought today. When she ran, the white skirt was flowing in the wind, and he did not know whether it was her or the diamonds that were sparkling in his eyes.
