Su Yinian stood up, walked over, and draped the coat from the sofa over Shi Shuyao's shoulders, even fastening a button for her, before returning to sit down at his own desk.
"Shuyao, don't joke with me. My heart isn't very good."
"I'm not joking!" Shi Shuyao unfastened that button, planted her hands on the desk, and her pristine little buns were directly in Su Yinian's line of sight, making him awkwardly look away.
"Shuyao, put your clothes on properly first, and then we can talk calmly."
Shi Shuyao walked around the desk, trapping Su Yinian inside, took off the coat and placed it on the table. She lifted her skirt's hem, revealing her snow-white, slender, and straight thighs, and stepped onto Su Yinian's leather chair.
"Brother Yinian, what do you think of my figure?"