Tong Que licked her lips and timidly said, "Commissioner... th-this... whether it's the palace or outside, look, there are people watching, it's not good to play wall press like this in broad daylight..."
Tong Que was shorter than Qi Jiu, her back pressed tightly against the wall, sliding down bit by bit, attempting to squat down and slip out from under Qi Jiu's arm.
But as soon as she moved, Qi Jiu knew what she intended to do.
Qi Jiu grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up...
Then... lowered his head.
The soldiers standing not far away craned their necks to look over, each with a frenzy of gossip in their eyes.
All the soldiers were thinking at that moment, damn, Commissioner Qi pressed up, pressed up, really just pressed up...
Damn, kissed, kissed, really kissed...
Thud...
The briefcase in Tong Que's hand fell to the ground.
Her heart was almost collapsing, oh mama, no, no, this is outside, she was just pretending to be a man, but she was never actually a lesbian.
