kvmb 937 Hot? You must have a fever!
937 Hot? You must have a fever!
Su Rong lay on the cold desk, her waist unconsciously arching slightly, outlining a breathtaking curve.
Her white uniform, already extremely fitted, was stretched even more by her movements.
The hem of her skirt slid up a bit, revealing a glimpse of her voluptuous and sexy legs encased in black stockings.
The skin had a faint glow under the light.
The black stockings had a fine texture and clung tightly to her calves, making her legs appear even straighter and longer.
Her hands were on the table, her fingertips slightly curled with tension, her knuckles white, yet revealing a hint of unconscious allure.
Her long hair fell down, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, obscuring the shyness in her eyes.
The blow wasn't heavy, but it sent a tingling, itchy sensation through her body, and even softened her voice.
Her voice trembled slightly at the end: "This servant truly knows her mistake..."
Chen Mo stood behind her, his gaze fixed on her pert buttocks.
He gently placed his hand on her waist, and through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.
"I knew you women, you only know you're wrong in words, right?"
His voice was deep, with a hint of amusement hidden within.
"But my heart has never changed."
Su Rong's face turned even redder, and even the roots of her ears were tinged with a blush.
She turned her head, her hair brushing against Chen Mo's wrist, her tone as docile as a tamed cat:
"Absolutely not, they will change from the bottom of their hearts."
Her voice carried a hint of deliberate flattery, yet it was completely natural.
Chen Mo chuckled softly and gently stroked her waist with his fingertips.
The skin there is delicate, and you can feel its warmth even through the fabric.
Looking at her submissive demeanor, he suddenly spoke:
"You've been with me for so many years, always as my secretary. Aren't you tired of it? How about a change of position?"
Upon hearing this, Su Rong suddenly raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, as if she was afraid that he was really going to drive her away.
She quickly shook her head, her hair swaying with the movement, revealing her smooth forehead:
"Not greasy at all! Not greasy at all!"
She paused, as if gathering her courage, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet incredibly clear:
"I want to be your secretary for life..."
Her gaze held a mixture of anticipation, trepidation, and undisguised affection:
"However, as long as it's something you like, I'm willing to do it, regardless of my status or what it is."
The meaning behind those words couldn't be clearer.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, about to say something, when the office door was gently pushed open.
Su Yun walked in, wearing a champagne-colored dress with a hem that reached her knees, which accentuated her slender figure.
A thin belt was tied around her waist, perfectly accentuating her slender figure.
Her chest was full and swayed slightly as she walked, exuding the unique voluptuous charm of a mature woman.
Her long hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling down her neck. The pearl earrings on her earlobes swayed gently with her steps, adding to her gentle grace.
Her gaze swept over Su Rong, who had hurriedly gotten up and straightened her clothes as soon as she heard footsteps.
His gaze fell on her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.
With a hint of teasing in her tone, she asked, "Sis, why is your face so red?"
Su Rong reacted as if she had been burned, her eyes darting away and her voice trembling:
"No, it's nothing, it's just that it's a bit hot in the office."
Su Yun walked over slowly, her fingertips lightly brushing across the desk surface, her gaze landing on her with a half-smile:
"Is it hot? I don't feel it at all."
"Don't tell me you have a fever?"
"..."