Shi Yuhuan's lips lingered on the white skin of Song Qinghuan's neck and ear, his words muffled, "No, it's just that I like to play the rogue with you..."
His hand slid slowly down her waist, like a serpent winding its way into her pants, gradually exploring lower...
Sitting atop him, Song Qinghuan could clearly feel a tremendous hardness pressing tightly against her buttocks.
Her breathing became disordered.
Just as Song Qinghuan trembled with fear, wondering if Shi Yuhuan was planning to do something with her in the office, the door suddenly knocked.
Startled from a dream, Song Qinghuan immediately jumped down from Shi Yuhuan's legs, glancing down just in time to see his certain part still prominently raised.
Shi Yuhuan's expression was exceedingly unpleasant, his face icy as he gritted his teeth, "Come in!"
As soon as Liu Yuandong entered, he realized he had knocked on the wrong door at the worst time. He could tell from the boss's facial expression.
