Lu Qingqing was somewhat bashful and a little bit troubled.
Reward?
After thinking for a moment, Lu Qingqing looked up and gave him a kiss.
The dragonfly-touching-water-like action, of course, could not satisfy anyone; Fu Yisheng quickly lowered his head to deepen the kiss, until her face was flush and she was gasping for breath.
Her eyes were misty with moisture, making them appear more mystifying.
"You'll have to learn to get used to this, Miss Lu," Fu Yisheng said, forehead pressed against hers.
Lu Qingqing leaned against him, feeling her face grow hot.
Fortunately, the weather was gradually getting cooler; otherwise, she felt she would have been on fire.
The knock on the door suddenly broke the intimate atmosphere in the room. After Fu Yisheng gave permission, Assistant Yang came in with a stack of documents, only to see Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing sitting upright, one reviewing documents, the other scrolling on her cellphone.
"Chairman," Assistant Yang started.