This Is Your Office, Your Secretary Is Right Outside

Luosang looked down, and she felt something poking at her buttocks. Although it had been a while, she never forgot how it felt. She was almost impressed. How had he done that so easily?

"It needs you." Nian Junting nibbled at her earlobe. As her body trembled and shrank, he reached out silently and swiped away the dishes to the other side of the desk. Before she could react, he had placed her on his desk.

Luosang was stunned. Realizing what was happening, she was fraught with anxiety. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Nian Junting quickly removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I thought you were joking." Luosang pushed against his chest, saying plainly, "Stop fooling around. This is your office. Your secretary is right outside."