Chen Jingyuan paused for two seconds and said, "There is a launch ceremony tonight, and the secretarial office has already finished work two hours early."
Oh, that's right.
Liang Weining stared desperately at the door.
Perhaps guessing that she was in trouble, Chen Jingyuan chuckled softly and asked in a low voice, "Do you need my help?"
I do.
But it's inconvenient.
She turned slightly to the side, taking a glance at her back in the mirror.
Actually, it's not that much exposed.
Without any choice, Liang Weining slowly turned the doorknob, looking up earnestly at the man and said, "My hair is entangled in the zipper, could Mr. Chen please help me with it, thank you."
After speaking, she obediently turned around.
Her gaze fell, and the girl's snow-white skin was half-hidden under her dark hair.
The champagne color suited her well.
The soft fabric perfectly wrapped the curves of her body, with mesh cutouts at the waist, adding a lazy sultriness to her sweetness.
