The soft embrace made Chen Ziyang's scalp tingle with pleasure.
Eventually, under the intense friction, Chen Ziyang released once again.
And Yang Muxue just happened to get herself a facial mask.
"You little rascal, you're too naughty!"
While wiping her face, Yang Muxue playfully chided Chen Ziyang, "I still remember the first time I saw you, you were showing off your skills right in front of me. How could you not be embarrassed?"
"Wasn't I doing it to help treat your illness at the time?"
Chen Ziyang also recalled their first encounter.
Yang Muxue gave him a look, "I don't know if you were really trying to treat an illness or just being a hooligan."
"Sister Xue, if you say that, then I'm really wronged!"
Chen Ziyang said with a pitiful look, "To prove that I'm a gentleman, Sister Xue, how about I never touch you again, deal?"
Yang Muxue was stunned.
Soon, she was chasing Chen Ziyang around the conference room with nothing on.
