The office's tea area has a new set of sofas. Although the original reddish-brown wooden sofa is simple and elegant, it is always uncomfortable to use.
So Lin Ruolan had the foresight to replace the sofa with a set of soft leather sofas, which were very comfortable whether sitting or lying down.
Now, the weak and pitiful little secretary was the first to enjoy the softness of the sofa. She collapsed on the sofa, whimpering and struggling.
Fang Ming and Lin Ruolan were sitting at the two ends of the long sofa, and Lin Yi in the middle was forced to lie down sideways.
"Minister...I was wrong, please let me go..."
Lin Yi's hands were held down by Lin Ruolan, her little face was round and red, and she looked at her pitifully.
Lin Ruolan gently comforted her, "Today, my words don't count. Who told you to come here obediently? Unless you can persuade him..."
At the end of the sofa, Fang Ming held down Lin Yi's calf, and her black leather shoes struggled and swung, resisting nervously.
He gently took off the little leather shoes, and the secretary's feet were wrapped in white socks, which looked small and pure, making him unable to help but reach out and hold them.
"don't want……"
Lin Yi's voice trembled. The warmth of Fang Ming's palm came from the soles of her feet, making her feel unspeakable shame for a moment.
"Mr. Fang..." The secretary's voice was almost tearful. "I walked all the way today, and it smelled..."
Fang Ming responded nonchalantly, "You've been walking all day, so let me give you a massage, even though I haven't learned it before."
Lin Ruolan pinched Lin Yi's cheek, glanced at Fang Ming who was absorbed in thought, and chuckled teasingly.
"To him, it might be more alluring than perfume."
Fang Ming did not respond to Lin Ruolan's slander and immersed himself in his own world.
The white socks were thin and light, and felt soft to the touch. The little feet kept twisting in the palms of my hands, like two frightened snow-white cubs.
Gently peeling off the little animal's snow-white coat, revealing its crystal clear white skin, it was finally frightened and stopped struggling, just shaking subconsciously.
A pair of delicate and small jade feet were placed in Fang Ming's palm, allowing him to look at them like works of art.
Her fingertips followed the curve of the arch to touch her toes, her nails neatly trimmed, curling up immediately at the touch.
Lifting up the little feet, he looked at the soles of the secretary's feet. They were slightly curved, red, and full of blood.
Fang Ming pressed his knuckles against the acupuncture points on the soles of his feet and applied a little force.
During this time, the secretary shook her head and the tone of her voice kept changing.
"Hmph... stop! It itches... hiss... it hurts!!!"
The curled up jade feet suddenly tensed up and the toes stretched out at once.
Fang Ming looked at the stressed jade feet, thought for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand, inserting his fingers into the gap between the feet.
Lin Ruolan, who was watching, finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"Interlocked fingers."
"ah?"
"Hold your fingers together." Fang Ming repeated patiently.
"Uh... well..."
Lin Ruolan felt like her brain had crashed for a moment. This man always came up with some weird things.
But, who made him his man...
Lin Ruolan leaned back on the sofa, raised her left leg in leather shoes, and placed it on Fang Ming's leg along the sofa.
Fang Ming looked at her smug posture and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"It's quite romantic. Let me get involved." There was no embarrassment in her tone and her expression was calm.
Fang Ming looked at Lin Ruolan's leather shoes, which were probably one size larger than the ones in his hand, size 38.
"I refuse. My feet are sweaty and smelly."
Lin Ruolan raised her eyebrows, "You don't dislike Xiao Lin Yi, but you dislike me?!"
Fang Ming looked at the secretary's bare feet in his hands and couldn't help but tickle the soles of her feet, which scared her so much that she trembled.
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