"Ah!"
Shocked by my fierce thrust, Shang Meili stood still for a moment before quickly stepping back, spitting disdainfully as if she found it repulsive, utterly disgusted.
Yet, she reached out with two fingers, gripped my swollen heat, and sniffed it closely, her expression turning into one of confusion.
"Chen Yang, you didn't do it, did you? Still so swollen and... not even wiped off..."
"Of course not, what are you thinking about! My interactions with Director Zhu were completely innocent. I just massaged her shoulders, her neck, she's so tired from working."
I stepped back and pulled up my pants.
"Really?"
Shang Meili got up, took out a wet wipe, cleaned her fingers, then sneered at me, "Chen Yang, you guys are lucky I didn't catch you this time, but I will catch you someday, and when I do, she's finished..."
I listened, frowning.
"Why are you so..."
