Seeing that Xu Qianli was in a daze with no reaction, Mo Xiaoyu quickly pressed Zhang Hong's head toward him, and their lips brushed against one another.
Xu Qianli and Zhang Hong were both stunned. What... was this supposed to mean?
Before Zhang Hong could snap out of it, Mo Xiaoyu grabbed the skirt she wore and yanked, easily sliding it from her shoulders to her waist...
Because earlier, Xu Qianli and Mo Xiaoyu had angered her so much that she had chest pain, Zhang Hong had taken off her brassiere in the office.
Now with the skirt slipping, a pair of trembling breasts bounced out.
Zhang Hong was mortified. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around Xu Qianli's neck, hoping to use him for coverage, but instead, her soft bosom pressed tightly against his chest, quickly flattening.
