Pushing open the door, Ying Yinger sat down in the boss's chair behind her desk, slipped off her high heels, and rested her feet on the table. She gently undid a few of her shirt buttons. The same action, performed by different people, yields completely different effects—just like how a handsome guy flipping his bangs at a girl gets a very different reaction than a nerd doing the same thing. At this moment, what Ying Yinger exuded was a kind of lazy allure. She was like a Persian cat; every movement of hers could tug at a man's nerves.
In plainer terms, she had the ability to make a man 'react' in an instant. A smart woman naturally knows how to leverage her strengths, and her body was undoubtedly one of them.
