Lin Gantang was oblivious to the situation behind her as she lifted the long hair inside her collar, pulled up her clothes to cover her smooth back and rounded shoulders, and her delicate fingers landed on the buttons.
"Secretary Wang got the magazine, right? Shall I come to your company to get it from her tomorrow?" Lin Gantang said, naturally turning to the side and bending her head to fasten a button.
Under the white garment, the enchanting curves were half hidden, seductive without her knowledge.
Wen Yanqing's mouth was dry, and he covered his nose.
Lin Gantang, not receiving his answer, turned her head to look at him with much confusion, "Why are you covering your nose? Are you not feeling well?"
Lin Gantang was a bit worried and found it even stranger when she saw him twisting his body. She climbed onto the bed to kneel beside him and pulled his hand, "Let me have a look?"
"It's nothing." Wen Yanqing didn't let go.
"Let me see," Lin Gantang insisted.
