"Shen Xin, what's wrong?"
The exceedingly flushed Ling Xiangyu, her delicate body tensing up again, asked nervously.
"Chairwoman, there's a document that needs your signature, it's urgent!"
Ling Xiangyu paused briefly, glanced at me, then said.
"Shen Xin, wait a moment, I'll be right there!" She shouted to someone outside, then turned to me with an apologetic expression, "Xiao Chen, I have to attend to this first."
All I could do was nod in understanding, I had no choice but to slowly withdraw the still-ardent Great General, which made her shiver a few more times, continuously whimpering.
A trail of dew had followed, spreading across the floor.
Upon standing and seeing the mess, her face turned red again. She hurriedly grabbed a tissue to clean up. It took a while for us to get things in order and dress ourselves.
When the beautiful secretary came in, Ling Xiangyu sat behind the desk, still blushing slightly.
"Chairwoman!"
