Yang Xueqing, flaunting such a seductive pose, was like a soul-snatching, life-stealing femme fatale.
Lin Tian's heart started racing and he breathed heavily, feeling his blood rush through his body.
This was not the first time Yang Xueqing had made this request, and although Lin Tian had been evasive and had never agreed, this time he truly couldn't resist.
"Fine, then you'll be my secretary. From now on, you are my personal secretary," Lin Tian said, swallowing his saliva.
"How personal?" Yang Xueqing asked with a teasing smile.
"As personal as you want it to be!" Lin Tian said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than he lifted Yang Xueqing's dress, his hands greedily kneading her fair and tender flesh.
Just as Lin Tian and Yang Xueqing were about to engage in a fierce encounter right in the office, the crisp sound of high heels clicking approached from outside.
Lin Tian quickly let go of Yang Xueqing, and she hurried to straighten her clothes.