"Brother Dashan, do I look good in this?"
Zhang Xuewen's cheeks were as red as red apples, shy and timid. She glanced at Chen Dashan and quickly lowered her head, embarrassed.
The documents she cradled in her arms were just beneath a pair of large breasts, propping them up in a very spectacular manner.
Chen Dashan was thirsty and dry-mouthed, the lust he felt earlier had not yet subsided, and this little girl was here tempting him again.
No one in the office spoke.
The atmosphere was gradually heating up.
Zhang Xuewen, with her head down, felt the intense gaze of Chen Dashan and said in a tender voice, "I see Sister Jiayao dressing like this, I guess... I guess you must like it."
The young girl stood a meter away from Chen Dashan with her head down and her two big, white legs tightly squeezed together, rubbing against each other.
