"Cheng, what's been wrong with you lately? Why are you always leaving early and coming back late?" Wanqian wore a sexy, black lace, cut-out slip dress, the straps slipping off her shoulders.
Her snow-white skin was exposed, along with her faintly discernible cleavage. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders; her entire being exuded a potent sensuality and allure.
Her pitiful appearance, coupled with her sexy and enchanting outfit, could easily stir a man's desires. Shen Cheng tugged at his tie, observing Wanqian, who clung to him like a water snake; his breathing grew heavy for a moment.
"The company has been very busy lately." Shen Cheng's hands wrapped around her slender waist, inhaling the faint fragrance on her body. His hands slowly began to roam. It was a surge of impulse he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Cheng," Wanqian softly murmured, guiding Shen Cheng's large hands upwards as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
