Inside the office, the lights were especially bright.
Qiao Qiao sat on her desk.
There was no one here. She was in a relatively relaxed and casual state. Her toes hooked into her high heels, and her slender calves swayed. The heels swayed up and down in the arc of her calves.
She raised her hand to comb her hair. As a few buttons on her chest had been undone, this posture made her breasts look especially full and juicy.
She'd felt a little breathless from the tight squeeze, but she felt better now. She couldn't help but think that if she wore this to work every day in the future, she would suffocate.
See? Just thinking about it made her feel aggrieved.
Halfway through combing her hair, she suddenly froze because she heard the door open. This meant that someone had entered. Dou Ying had just left, so she shouldn't be back so soon. The bodyguards were standing outside the door. Could it be that the bodyguards had come in to inform her?
