Long Chen's relaxed demeanor infected Xia Ling.
Seeing Long Chen so confident, Xia Ling felt her worries significantly eased.
"You bad guy, do you really want to have fun in the office?"
Xia Ling looked at Long Chen seductively, "Just don't chicken out if I get excited later."
"How could I?" Long Chen reached out, gently pulled her, and Xia Ling obediently took her seat in Long Chen's arms.
She tilted her head back slightly, gazed at Long Chen, and chuckled, "Then, since I can't resist, I can only let you pluck me."
Pluck me?
Long Chen was amused.
"A cultured girl is different indeed, the more you look, the more flavor she has."
Long Chen reached out and pinched her chin.
Xia Ling closed her eyes slightly, cooed, "As for what flavor, you, haven't tasted yet."
These flirtatious words immediately stoked the flames in Long Chen's heart.
With a wave of his hand, the office door closed remotely.
But Xia Ling didn't notice this detail.
