Chapter 25: Domineering Secretary White Moonlight 4 Waist

There were still a few scattered documents in the office that had not been picked up. Wen Qianning lowered his eyes to look at the documents at his feet, hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the documents one by one.

She was wearing a slim black skirt today, the hem of which hit just above her knees. The close-fitting cut outlined the soft curves of her waist and hips. When she squatted down, her waist and back bent into an elegant arc, and her long hair fell down, covering half of her face.

Ji Hanlin sat on the chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, unable to take his eyes off her.

Slowly, the man's eyes grew darker.

The girl's figure was not tall, but her proportions were excellent, and her softness was just the right amount of temptation... like delicate porcelain, the more you looked at it, the more you wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel its smooth texture.

Moreover, the way she bent over was so familiar...

He remembered that night, she looked like this too.

The scene was chaotic. The girl nestled in his arms like a cat. Her skin was incredibly delicate. Her back trembled slightly with every breath she took. He held her slender waist with one hand and slowly moved his other hand down her back. When his fingertips touched the curve of her buttocks, she let out a soft cry and turned around to bite him lightly.

Her whole body was soft, as if she were made of water, yet she was so passionate in such intimacy that it was impossible to stop.

Even though several weeks had passed, that feeling... was still clearly imprinted in his mind.

Ji Hanlin raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

He had always thought he was very self-controlled. Even after that night, he had forced himself to hide that memory, not letting it interfere with his usually calm judgment. But he seemed to realize only now... as long as she stood in front of him, even the slightest movement would be enough to break the self-control he was so proud of.

Just like now, when he bent down, he could not help but think of her slender and straight legs, the tips of her ears that turned red when she lay in his arms, and even her soft moans.

"Don't pick it up." Ji Hanlin suddenly spoke, his voice a little lower than expected.

Wen Qianning was startled, then she heard the man continue, "I'll do it."

She raised her head in surprise and met those deep eyes.

Ji Hanlin had stood up. He bent down to pick up the remaining information. The moment he passed by her, it seemed as if there was still some ambiguous atmosphere lingering quietly in the air.

She didn't notice the deeply concealed emotions in his eyes and moved away slightly.

"This is the information Director Liu asked me to deliver." Wen Qianning said, walking steadily to his desk.

Ji Hanlin didn't answer, but his eyes stayed on her for a few seconds before he said, "Leave it there."

She nodded, put the documents down, turned around and prepared to leave, but she was a little distracted at this time.

Because the scene of Ji Hanlin's anger just now was still lingering in her mind... The man's eyes were sharp and the atmosphere was heavy, but the moment she pushed the door open, he suddenly stopped being angry.

Wen Qianning was lost in thought for a moment and walked a little too fast. Her body tilted and she accidentally bumped her waist against the corner of the table without paying attention.

"Ah..." She cried softly. She squatted down subconsciously in pain, supporting her knees with her hands, and her breathing became slightly disordered.

"What's wrong?" Ji Hanlin immediately came over, with a hint of obvious nervousness in his voice.

The girl looked up, her eyes still watery from the pain, the corners of her eyes slightly red, her brows furrowed. "I accidentally bumped into the corner of the table...but I should be fine."

He squatted down, his eyes falling on her waist: "Where did you hit?"

"Here." Wen Qianning raised her hand and gently touched the side of her skirt.

Ji Hanlin raised his hand to touch her lower back, but stopped at the moment he was about to touch her.

That was the most slender part of her body. The skirt was very tight to her, and the curves became more obvious with her movements. The outline was clear, and the waistline was so thin that he could hold it with one hand.

He realized that this location was too sensitive.

"Let me see." The man lowered his voice and tried his best to sound calm.

Wen Qianning paused, a hint of hesitation on his face.

That place... is indeed not easy to pull down. The skirt is cut with a high waist, and it is tightened from the thighs to the waist. If you want to pull it down to check, the action must be somewhat private.

She bit her lip, slowly reached out her hand, and quietly rolled up a small part of the skirt from her waist. Her movements were cautious and contained a hint of indescribable embarrassment.

The black cloth was slowly lifted up, revealing the outline of her slender waist. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. Near the waist, a purple patch had appeared, mottled with blood, making the thin waist even more eye-catching.

In fact, it was not serious, it was just that the girl's skin was too white, and it looked like blood clots oozing out of the snow, which was so abrupt and shocking to see.

Ji Hanlin's eyes narrowed. Wen Qianning felt a little shy being stared at like that. She was about to pull up her skirt, but he stopped her with one hand.

"Don't move." He said, and gently probed her waist with his fingertips. The area was too sensitive, making Wen Qianning's heart beat wildly.

Her body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help whimpering: "It's itchy, please stop touching me."

Ji Hanlin seemed to have noticed that the two of them were too close at the moment. He paused for half a second before slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Get up first, I'll get you an ice pack." He said in a calm tone.

Wen Qianning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she responded softly, pulling up the hem of her skirt.

When she stood up and was helped to sit on the sofa, her face was still a little hot. The man had already looked away and went out to get an ice pack.

No matter how calm he pretended to be... only Ji Hanlin himself knew how much effort he had put in to prevent himself from being completely distracted by the image of a white and slender waistline in his mind and losing control.

A few minutes later, Ji Hanlin came back with an ice pack.

"You come alone?" he asked.

"Okay." Wen Qianning responded obediently, nodded, took the ice pack, lowered his head, and wrapped the ice pack in a towel.

The man didn't say anything. When the girl lifted the hem of her skirt, he subconsciously turned his face away again.

Wen Qianning didn't notice the man next to her. She took a deep breath and slowly put the ice pack on.

"Hiss..." She took a deep breath the moment the ice touched her.

The slight panting sound hit Ji Hanlin's ears right on target.

Ji Hanlin: "..."

It was really too much torture for him. The man's throat tightened, his face expressionless, but his heart was restless. He didn't dare turn his head to look at her, but he couldn't help asking: "Does it hurt?"

"...No." The girl's voice was a little muffled, and she sounded listless, but in fact she was just trying not to show anything unusual.

"Be more careful next time." He paused, "Your skin is so white, it's scary if you get bumped or scratched."

Wen Qianning turned around, glanced at Ji Hanlin, and smiled: "Can I always praise my whiteness?"

Ji Hanlin didn't reply, but curled his lips slightly, which was considered as his tacit agreement with her words.

The girl sat elegantly with her shoulders and back straight. Even if she was just sitting there quietly with an ice pack in her hand, she had a gentle charm that made people unable to look away.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked after applying the cream for a while.

Wen Qianning raised her eyebrows slightly, with a lazy smile: "It's okay, it just looks scary."

The coolness of the ice pack against her skin spread little by little. Wen Qianning lowered her eyes to check the time, gently removed the ice pack from her waist, and slowly straightened the hem of her skirt to cover the reddened skin.

"Almost." She raised her head. "Thank you, Mr. Ji. I'll go back first."

After saying that, he wrapped up the ice pack and walked aside to put it in the trash can.

Ji Hanlin nodded, the corners of his lips twitching: "Be more careful next time."

After the girl left, Ji Hanlin lowered his head and opened the document again, but his mood still took a long time to calm down.