"Chen Yang—!"
Shang Meili was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide and fiery behind her black-framed glasses, "What are you doing!"
She screamed, raising her hand to slap me.
But I grabbed her wrist.
"Let go of me!"
She struggled, growling beneath her breath, trying to use her other hand, which I also twisted; she glared at me, furiously on the verge of going mad, "Stop messing around!"
I didn't look at her face but stared down at her chest, at those swaying, large and pale beauties.
Very big, very full, beautifully shaped; after just struggling, they were about to bounce out of her bra, her two cherries budding and blooming attractively.
"Chen Yang, do you really want it that bad? Wait till lunch break, come to my car, and I'll take care of you with my hands."
Shang Meili noticed my gaze, her attitude softened somewhat, and she deliberately poked out her chest, somewhat seductively.
It seemed she enjoyed this, intentionally provoking me while keeping me hanging.
