"What are you doing!"
Chen Die tried to stand up, but Wang's hands had already firmly clasped around her waist.
"Sister Chen, did Director Wu scold you again?"
Wang looked up slightly at her, their faces very close.
Their bodies pressed tightly together; when they spoke, they could feel each other's breath.
"Yeah, she, she berated me."
Chen Die felt extremely uncomfortable; she kept twisting her body, trying to get down from on top of Wang.
"What did she say about you?"
Wang freed one hand to rest it on her perky bottom, stroking gently through her pencil skirt. He didn't go any further, but it still made her feel somewhat feverish.
"She, she... Can we go outside?"
Chen Die's voice trembled, "We'll be discovered."
But Wang didn't let go, instead pulling her even closer by the waist, her upper body pressing against him.
He blew a warm breath into her ear, and her body instantly went limp.
