The man walked over, picked up the woman, and placed her on the desk: "Don't change yet, this outfit is too beautiful."
He traced wavy lines along the edge of the lace with his fingers.
The pressure applied to the fingertips varies, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
Rong Yan's breathing became rapid; apart from her ears, her neck was completely exposed to the touch.
"Thinking about it?" Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow. "I'm definitely not coming today."
"Then go a little further away and try three more sets, okay?" Rong Yan pushed Fu Jingsheng away with her hand.
The man stepped back and took out his phone to take a few pictures.
It was already ten o'clock when Rong Yan finished picking out clothes. When she came out of the office, she couldn't even swing her arms.
Just when I thought I could finally go home, He Wei called me back.
"Madam, we've been waiting for you. Several livestreamers want you to come over and take a look."
Rong Yan was extremely unwilling, but she couldn't refuse work.
She roused herself and headed towards the live stream.
"Miss Rong." Several people familiarly put their arms around Rong Yan's arm and whispered among themselves, but Fu Jingsheng strained his ears and couldn't hear anything.
"Ms. Rong, are you really not considering joining us? So many fans have left messages saying that your fashion sense is amazing, and they hope you can share your styling tips." Everyone chimed in with their encouragement.
"I'm not considering it." Rong Yan just wanted to go home and lie down.
Fu Jingsheng waited for a while until he got impatient. He stepped forward, picked up Rong Yan, and walked straight out.
Fu Jingsheng walked to the door and added, "She's tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Rong Yan nestled in the man's arms and whispered, "Fu Jingsheng, you came just in time. I was just thinking about how to escape. You're so cool."
The man darted into the elevator: "Is there a reward?"
"Which pajamas should you wear tonight?"
Rong Yan shook her head violently. "Try it," Fu Jingsheng's eyes practically spit fire. "Wearing it to sleep? What good could come of it?"
"Please let me go back, I can still talk to them." Rong Yan swung her legs back and forth.
"It's too late."
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