"Hehe. What's there to be afraid of? Nobody's in the company now anyway, and since the two of us have this kind of relationship, would you really have the heart to make me hold it in? To resist? With such a beautiful wife like you at home, resisting the urge to not devour you? If that got out, how many people would laugh me to death?"
Lin Zifeng boldly walked up to the woman, his demon claws slowly resting on her fragrant shoulders.
Under his special massage technique, that tingling and crisp sensation made the woman let out a soft hum through her nasal voice.
She seemed to enjoy it, squinting her eyes in pleasure.
But as soon as the man's evil hand reached lower, Nangong Bing's color drained from her face, and she immediately stood up from the chair with a sound.
She looked at him with shock and fear, cradling her chest.
Her moist and delicate cheeks flushed rapidly.
She whimpered, "No way! Lin Zifeng, you—you better not start anything bad, this—this is the company."
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