Gold Foil Icecream

"Get away from me, you punk!"

He Miaomiao was unusually agitated as she elbowed Wang Yan's waist.

The fine, baby hair stood on end behind He Miaomiao's ears. Under the illumination of the light and the contrast of her rosy skin, they emanated a bashful vibe rather than that of anger.

Wang Yan knew that it was not the right occasion to be carried away and take things too far.

Thus, he distanced himself from her slightly so that they wouldn't remain in such an intimate position. He then smirked and continued to tease her,

"Secretary He, this isn't the right attitude that you should have at work. How could you scold your Boss?"

"My boss? To hell with that. Don't you know who's the boss today?"

He Miaomiao wittily caught on to the crux of the problem. Well aware of the fact that she had plenty of money at her beck and call, she regained her confidence.