Chapter 1393: Sharp Gaze

"Stop looking at me like that." Unable to endure his sharp gaze, Lan Mei averted her eyes, a faint flush spreading across her face as she said, somewhat shyly.

Zhao Desan felt more and more that no matter how cold, noble, or unapproachable a woman might appear, at the end of the day, she was still a woman who could feel shy. Take Lan Mei, for instance—a woman who had seemed as cold as frost when he first met her. Ever since he had conquered her, didn't she talk to him just like a little woman now? She could be shy, and she could blush. To truly change a woman's attitude, one had to find a way into her heart.

"Section Chief Lan, have you noticed? Over this past year or so, I feel like your attitude toward me has changed, like you're a different person." Zhao Desan decided to just lay it out on the table.

Lan Mei glanced at him with flickering eyes and said, slightly bashful, "That... that's not true!"

Zhao Desan chuckled, stood up, and walked over to her side. He leaned over from behind, resting his weight on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear, "Is it really not true?"

The hot breath hitting her ear sent a ticklish sensation through her, causing Lan Mei's heart to race like a trapped deer. She said, somewhat flustered, "You... get up quickly. We're in the office."

"What's wrong with being in the office? It's not like there haven't been things more excessive than this in the office. Are Zheng Tulu and He Liping the only ones allowed to run wild in here? We can too." Zhao Desan said softly, beginning to kiss her earlobe. His hands slid down from her shoulders, directly onto her two large, protruding mounds, gently caressing the round, swollen curves through her clothing.

Under his kisses, an electric sensation surged from Lan Mei's earlobe, leaving her whole body tingling. She couldn't help but tremble, and her hands reached up to grab his as they fondled her chest. Half-resisting and half-yielding, she said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you... you shouldn't do this. This is the office; it's not right."

"What's not right about it? Section Chief Lan, I like you. I really, really like you." As Zhao Desan fondled her chest, he spoke sweet nothings that even he found cringeworthy. Through her professional attire, although her chest didn't feel as firm as He Liping's, the silkiness and softness seemed to stir his heart even more. Moreover, the natural fragrance emanating from Lan Mei drifted into his nose, making him feel unable to stop. He kissed his way down from her fair earlobe, his hands never ceasing their movement over her chest. Lan Mei clutched his hands, twisting her neck and panting slightly, saying, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't... don't do this. I don't want to..." She struggled half-heartedly, but her actions didn't seem to resist his intrusion at all. This made Zhao Desan even more unscrupulous. He freed one hand and quickly reached into the collar of her shirt, which had one button undone, plunging straight into the bra that tightly wrapped her chest. He found the small protrusion—the nipple—and pressed down on it, turning her chest into a flat-topped mountain. The stimulating sensation made Lan Mei's body tremble slightly, and her entire bust suddenly swelled and hardened. She let out a long "Uh," and as she gradually became immersed, stimulated by this wanton reaction, Zhao Desan's own lust began to ignite. He simply shoved his other hand into the collar as well, using both hands to knead the snow-white buns. Due to his excitement, in the midst of the kneading, a "pop" was heard as a shirt button snapped off. With the shirt now open by two buttons and Lan Mei arching her chest and twisting her body, the white buns, wrapped in black lace-trimmed lingerie, were more than half exposed. They were trembling, soft, and white—looking absolutely delicious. Unable to endure the temptation of this delicacy, Zhao Desan lowered his head and pressed his mouth deeply onto the exposed white lotus bud, sucking with wet, smacking sounds. He sucked until Lan Mei felt as if her heart were being hollowed out, her body heaving up and down. The ticklish sensation brought by Zhao Desan's lips spread from the white buns to every inch of her skin, and even her tightly closed flower petals were slightly opening and closing at this moment, leaking a trace of crystalline jade nectar... Her hands, which had been tightly gripping his arms, loosened, and all that could be heard were her murmuring, low gasps. He could feel the gradually rising heat of her body and her breasts, which were swollen round and taut...

Zhao Desan's body also experienced a man's instinctive reaction. He lifted Lan Mei's tube skirt, preparing to move to a lower-body assault. As the weather gradually warmed, the stockings Lan Mei wore on her legs became thinner and thinner. Now, she was only wearing a pair of very thin pantyhose, which felt extremely smooth and highly provocative to the touch. Especially the narrow, translucent black panties of the pantyhose—although they covered the most mysterious white tiger zone, that pink, tender patch was still faintly visible. The scenery under her skirt was so similar to those scenes in movies that it gave Zhao Desan a bold, evil idea. Through the stockings and panties, he gently caressed the area between the legs of Lan Mei, who had already fallen into a state of intoxication. The pressure and skillful technique made her feel increasingly unable to bear it. Her suppressed, low gasps were like a cat in heat, carrying an extremely provocative charm as she murmured, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you... hurry up... hurry up and finish, okay?"

Damn it, even more impatient than me, Zhao Desan thought, a wicked smile on his lips. He reached out to take off her thin, smooth stockings. Unfortunately, whether it was the poor quality of the stockings or the fact that he used too much force, as he pulled them down, there was a "rip" sound, and a hole was torn in the crotch area. This? Zhao Desan was momentarily at a loss. He had torn Lan Mei's stockings. He looked at Lan Mei with an embarrassed expression. She looked down at her torn stockings, blushed, and murmured, "You... you're so rough... since it's already torn, why are you still looking? Just rip it off and get it over with..."

Oh my god! Zhao Desan shouted in his heart. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? When he saw these thin, shiny, flesh-colored stockings on her legs earlier, he had that very idea. He didn't expect it to go exactly according to his wishes; he was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to grab the stockings, which he had already accidentally torn a hole in, with both hands and pull hard. With a crisp "Rip..." sound, the center of Lan Mei's pantyhose was torn open by him, and the translucent panties wrapped inside came into his view. What was even more fatal was that the panties were already a bit wet, soaked through by that pure, white, flawless place. This scene made Zhao Desan feel particularly excited and stimulated. He smiled lecherously, grabbed the narrow panty strap, twisted it into a braided cloth strip, and wedged it into that clam meat which didn't have a single hair.

"Uh..." His wicked action immediately made Lan Mei's whole body tremble. She looked down, saw him wedging the panties into her clam meat, blushed, glared at Zhao Desan, and panted, "Stop messing around, hurry up, okay... I... I'm so uncomfortable..."

After all, this was in the office, and Zhao Desan didn't want to play too excessively. He chuckled, pushed aside the twisted panties, and saw the two pieces of clam meat opening and closing, seemingly waiting to welcome the arrival of an honored guest. Zhao Desan stripped off his pants in a flash, mounted his horse, and directly began a fierce battle. The crisp "slap-slap" sounds, accompanied by Lan Mei's muffled cries like a cat in heat, echoed in the small office...

Happy times are always short. After a wave of pleasure ended, Zhao Desan pulled up his pants, sat down, and lit a cigarette to savor the indescribable feeling. Watching Lan Mei's lingering expression as she unhurriedly fastened her shirt buttons, he felt that she was actually quite wanton too. Women were all the same in bed; as long as they were satisfied, anything went.

After Lan Mei fastened her buttons, she glanced at the collar, which was a bit too large because a button had snapped off. With a flushed face, she glared at him and said, "Look at you, you made my collar so big, it looks so ugly." As she spoke, she pulled the collar up to cover the lace edge of her bra that was showing.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Zhao Desan said with a smile, also feeling a bit embarrassed.

Lan Mei blushed, raised her eyebrows to look at him, lifted her skirt slightly, and bent her head to look inside at the stockings with a hole torn in the crotch. The flush on her cheeks, which had been gradually fading, immediately turned a deep red again. She looked at Zhao Desan shyly and said, "You... you ruined all my clothes today."

"It's just a pair of torn stockings, I'll just compensate you for them." Zhao Desan said with a cheeky grin. Thinking back to the scene of entering her body through the torn hole while she wore those long, beautiful legs in stockings, it was incredibly exciting.

"Then compensate me now." Lan Mei glanced at him sideways and lowered her skirt.

It had to be said, Lan Mei usually looked so serious, but once she started acting coquettish, she really looked extremely cute, giving Zhao Desan a refreshing feeling.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door. Lan Mei and Zhao Desan looked at each other, stunned, and replied, "Come in."

Who would have thought the door would be opened directly? Seeing this, Zhao Desan broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, they had finished; if they hadn't, and someone had broken in halfway through to see this passionate scene between him and Lan Mei in the office, that would have been terrible. Fortunately, the person who came arrived a step late.

The door pushed open, and Han Rui stood at the entrance, saying to Zhao Desan, "Zhao Desan, Director Zheng wants you to go to his office."

Zhao Desan said "Oh." How did she know he was in Lan Mei's office? He stood up, walked out, caught up with her in the corridor, and asked with a grin, "Great beauty Han, how did you know I was at Section Chief Lan's?"

"I went to your office to look for you, but you weren't there. Where else would you be if not at Section Chief Lan's?" Han Rui looked him over with a strange gaze and said.

Zhao Desan felt as if she knew he had some special relationship with Section Chief Lan, so he continued to grin and said, "Look at what you're saying, can't I go to the bathroom or something!"

Han Rui curled her lips and said, "Tch." After walking two steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and asked sneakily, "Zhao Desan, did you go to the hospital with Zheng Ru the other day?"

Zhao Desan thought, it must have been Han Rui's younger sister, Han Xue, who told her. So he admitted it openly, "Yeah, I just happened to run into Zheng Ru on the first floor that day when she fell and cut her head, so out of humanitarianism, I took her to the hospital. Did your sister tell you?"