Being held by Hu Haiqing, a woman a decade older than himself, Xu Shan couldn't help but shiver, his body hair standing on end as he instinctively wanted to struggle.
However, the passionate Hu Haiqing was one step ahead and pressed Xu Shan down onto the sofa.
The weight of two hundred pounds suddenly pressing down on him, Xu Shan felt his breathing stop.
He had barely managed to take a breath when he shouted,
"Director Hu, let me go, please let me go!"
His panic-stricken cries only seemed to excite Hu Haiqing more.
"Manager Xu, I like you, stop struggling. Rest assured, I won't let you suffer."
Hu Haiqing grinned, her round face now carrying a seductive, sinister air.
At the same time, Hu Haiqing also began to unbutton Xu Shan's shirt.
Xu Shan struggled with all his might, but in the face of absolute strength, he was nothing but a weakling.
Before long, Xu Shan's belt had been undone.
Hu Haiqing directly took out that small, thin "toothpick."
