The office had the air conditioning on.
Yet Ye Tian felt hotter and hotter, his throat incredibly dry. He swallowed hard, gulping down his saliva twice.
As the saying goes, a veiled beauty plays the pipa!
In front of a man,
sometimes it's not best to be completely undressed.
That faint outline,
the hazy glimpse,
can often make it harder for a man to control himself.
And that was exactly how Sun Qing was making him feel.
Beneath the black lace bra, those two grapes half-concealed, half-exposed, incessantly stimulated Ye Tian's vision, and in turn, affected his Furious Dragon.
The fire he had been suppressing within him all this way,
suddenly "whooshed", setting ablaze his entire body.
The Furious Dragon inside his pants suddenly raised its head.
Seeing the tent pitched in Ye Tian's trousers, Sun Qing pointed at it with her slender jade finger and teased, "Dear, you are so eager!"
She took Ye Tian by the hand and walked him to the office sofa.
