In the office, after receiving such a light pat on the butt, the little secretary Yiyi leaned forward with the momentum, placing her hands on the shoulders of Cheng Zhu, who was sitting in the boss's chair.
At this moment, Cheng Zhu was sitting with his legs spread open in the boss's chair. The Innocent Little White Flower, upon falling forward in this manner, seemed to still be unsteady. She lifted her right knee, placing it directly on the seat cushion between Cheng Zhu's legs.
From the side, due to her upper body leaning slightly forward, her slender waist and hips presented a superior curve.
A silk shirt plus a suit skirt has such a magical effect.
Since the hem of the shirt is tucked into the skirt, it maximizes the beauty of the waist and hip curve.
"Trying to take advantage of me now?" Cheng Zhu's face was only a fist's distance away from her.
