"No need, no need, I'm fine." Li Sijie tried to stop Sun Dongming from coming over.
"What do you mean 'fine'? You're working so hard, and I am your husband, I should take a better look." As Sun Dongming spoke, he continued to walk towards Li Sijie.
Li Sijie's soul nearly flew out of her body in fright, terrified that Sun Dongming would discover Song Xiaodong. With both hands grasping the edge of the desk, she pushed the chair a bit further forward and leaned in, her chest now completely against the edge of the desk, thus completely blocking the space under the desk.
Song Xiaodong below certainly suffered, with Li Sijie's knees heavily pressing on his face, nearly flattening his nose, achingly sour. He quickly spread her legs with his hands to avoid a deformity of his face.
