Now, she held herself with confidence due to Shi Che's favor and naturally didn't fear his brooding expression. She lifted her charming smile and slowly leaned toward Shi Che. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she bent forward, her red lips almost brushing against his cheek, her breath fragrant, her voice soft as water, and she spoke word by word, "President Shi, what's wrong? Not happy? Do you want Rourou to cheer you up?"
Her surname was Zheng; given her name, Rourou, her nature was even softer. Her figure was like a water snake, once she leaned in, it stuck.
Shi Che felt the lingering scent of her perfume enveloping him, a top-quality fragrance, subtly enticing, captivating the mind.
Yet Shi Che's expression grew colder, dark eyes swirling with dim light, chillingly oppressive. He casually turned his face aside, his voice indifferent, betraying no emotion, "Take your hand away and sit properly."