Xu Qingyi lowered her head and looked down, only then realizing.
She was holding too tightly, Chen Mo's entire face was buried in her chest, his vision completely blocked, leaving him with no way to write.
She hesitated a bit, then whispered, "Spread your legs..."
Chen Mo complied and parted his legs, the delicate body in his embrace slowly sinking, with the two almost pressed together without any gaps.
This way he could at least see the table, but he was squeezed like a hotdog and couldn't concentrate... Chen Mo's throat moved slightly, and he whispered, "Director Xu, is this really necessary?"
Xu Qingyi bit her lip and said, "I'm just trying to help you complete your artistic creation, don't misunderstand..."
"..."
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.
He hadn't expected a woman's competitive nature to be so severe.
