Chapter 400

"Come in," Zhao Desan guessed it was her, so he didn't ask more, while organizing the materials on the table, he got up and tidied his collar.

As soon as the door opened, the person who came in was indeed Bai Ling. What made his eyes light up and his heart happy was that Bai Bai Bai Jie was still wearing that dark green cheongsam embroidered with peony patterns today, which made her figure, which was already tall and full, even more enchanting and exquisite. Her towering breasts and plump buttocks looked even more relaxed and round wrapped in the cheongsam, and her neck looked even more slender. The cheongsam collar was slightly stuck to her fair chin, and her whole face looked charming, beautiful, and moving, not generally alluring.

"Bai Bai Bai Jie, you... you are really beautiful," Zhao Desan couldn't help but stare straight at her, and in his excitement, he couldn't even speak.

Bai Ling felt sweet in her heart when praised by him. Whether it was because she was too excited to see him or because she was stared at by him so fiercely, her cheeks flushed slightly unconsciously, and she lowered her head shyly.

Zhao Desan bypassed the table and walked toward her, staring straight at Bai Ling's body. Bai Ling, perhaps because of nervousness or perhaps because of too much expectation, her graceful body with protruding front and back trembled slightly unconsciously. She raised her willow eyebrows and looked at him with tenderness, then lowered her head again. Her hands were at a loss, hanging in front of her, and her black high heels twisted unconsciously on the floor.

Zhao Desan stared at her straight, but didn't go up to hug her or anything, or walked past her. He walked up and locked the office door with a "bang," then turned around. While admiring Bai Bai Bai Jie's sexy back and high, round, beautiful buttocks, he walked up and gave her a bear hug from behind, his hands directly gripping her two towering, plump breasts, fondling them through the silk-textured cheongsam.

A current seemed to come from Bai Ling's body, making her feel a bit numb. She leaned softly in his arms, letting his hand fondle her proud breasts, not resisting at all. She let out a long "uh" from her nostrils, and felt Zhao Desan wickedly pressing his good things against her buttocks. Not only did she not dodge, but she also cooperated by rubbing her plump, fleshy buttocks against his good things.

In early autumn, the clothes were thin. How could men and women withstand such intimate friction? Even if it was separated by a few layers of thin fabric, under such friction, it almost ignited the skin, and the two hearts that were in the age of burning passion felt a bit restless.