"Xiao Chen, I didn't ask you to lift this..."
Ling Xiangyu's cheeks flushed red, and she abruptly sat up, her hands reaching in panic to cover that delicate Peach Garden.
"Xiao Chen, don't look, turn away!"
She pleaded with me, her voice trembling.
At this moment, she was nothing like the assertive chairman of Longjiang Group who commanded Hang City; she was a shy, fragile little woman!
This confirmed to me that she didn't have much experience with men and women. She had said before that she was usually indifferent.
"Sister! I've already seen it!"
I said, gasping for breath.
"You... Xiao Chen, if you keep this up, I'm going to be angry!" Ling Xiangyu stared at me, but her eyes were filled with seductive shimmer, lacking any deterrent power.
"Sister! Lie down, let me massage you again, it's really comfortable!"
I guided her shoulders down with my hands.
Ling Xiangyu glared at me, still not furious, only extreme bashfulness in her eyes, considering my very young age.
