Ye Jiping looked at the object of her constant yearning, trembling all over.
Instantly, her breathing quickened.
Watching Chen Dashan holding the giant dragon, she remembered the last time in the office, when he forcefully pressed her against the desk, that day's dominance, wildness, filled with masculine scent.
Ye Jiping's heart raced, and sitting in her chair, she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, her waist moving uncontrollably, rubbing herself against the chair.
Chen Dashan turned his head and glanced at Ye Jiping, who lifted her chin and said with a panicked look, "Hmph!"
"I've seen all types of men, go on with your performance."
Saying this, Ye Jiping picked up the tea from the desk and took a sip with her red lips.
