Zhao Jiayao's hungry and seductive voice made Ning Caizhu, who was crouching outside the door, blush.
Chen Dashan had a wicked smile on his face as his large hand played with Zhao Jiayao's bud. Zhao Jiayao, lying on the desk, trembled all over and then slumped onto the desk, gasping loudly.
In Ning Caizhu's mind, the scene of Chen Dashan teasing her just moments ago flashed vividly.
That feeling was something she had never experienced before.
The heat of Chen Dashan's large hand, the domineering aura of a man who provided a strong sense of security, and an indescribable feeling swept over her. But now, those large hands were teasing another woman. Thinking about this, Ning Caizhu felt a sense of grievance in her eyes.
Inside the office.
Chen Dashan thrust his body forward.
Zhao Jiayao, lying on the desk, shuddered all over, threw her head back, and let out uncontrolled moans.
