In the car, Chen Mo detailed the situation to Sister Hong just as it had unfolded.
"Good, very good."
After listening, a serene smile spread across Sister Hong's face, as if victory was already in her grasp.
"You have to understand, this woman is very important."
"Just command, and I will give it my all," Chen Mo replied.
"Really? Look at the trouble you've caused, making me listen all over again," she teased.
As she spoke, she raised one shapely leg high and rested it on Chen Mo's shoulder. From this angle, Chen Mo had a clear view between her legs, where the lace panties that concealed her secret haven sported a damp patch.
It was obvious that a flood had already overtaken that area.
"Boss, you asked for the details," said Chen Mo.
"I am aware of your skills. So, what should we do now?"
Chen Mo reached out, his warm hand covering that spot, the slippery sensation transmitting through his palm.
