She bit her lip hard, snapped out of it, and averted her gaze from the screen, directing it toward Lu Jincheng, then shyly shifted left and right as if trying to escape. Although she felt embarrassed and hesitant to speak, her gaze carried an apologetic meaning: "Sorry, boss, I saw something I shouldn’t have." Lu Jincheng’s eyes remained as indifferent as ever, leaving it unclear whether he was pleased or angry. Yet He Ying still read a certain exhaustion and torment in them, as if also expressing a worried and insipid undertone. At that moment, Lu Jincheng seemed less like his usual self and more like an ordinary young man struggling to make a living in society. "Boss, you look a bit tired..." she finally spoke up. "A little." Lu Jincheng nodded. "You still have to go to the South Sea tomorrow, why don’t you go home and get some sleep... I can take care of any work that comes up?" "It’s alright, I find it hard to sleep as well." Lu Jincheng turned his head, seemingly quite pleased with He Ying’s suggestion, and gave her an approving and gentle smile. Perhaps it was just a sudden rush of hormones, or perhaps it was the occasion of their alone time at night, or maybe it was the rare opportunity and forbidden thrill of being in the office without others around. Or maybe, He Ying simply needed a moment and an atmosphere to give herself an excuse and reason. She didn’t know what she was thinking and hadn’t considered the consequences. Staring into Lu Jincheng’s eyes, she suddenly felt a wave of tenderness and longing, causing her to lean in without hesitation. Closer and closer she moved, feeling her breath as she distinctly heard his, she used her tender lips to actively kiss the corner of Lu Jincheng’s mouth, gently brushing against that more masculine skin. Lu Jincheng did not stop her, and as if naturally, began sucking on her lips and tongue. She immediately felt a softness spread through her body, the powerful entanglement and contact from her tongue nearly making her melt into Lu Jincheng’s arms. Yet her mind told her that she must stay proactive and not lose this opportunity. She spread her arms, unabashedly caressing Lu Jincheng’s back, intensely yet gently, as if stroking the contours of his bones. The closeness allowed her breasts, nestled under her shirt, to playfully yet resolutely rub against Lu Jincheng’s chest. She was by no means a wanton woman, willing to be Lu Jincheng’s outlet, though she hoped to trade for something, she also had a subtle fondness and inner admiration for him. She was indeed very shy but couldn’t miss this chance, she had to do it! ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novęlfire.net Lu Jincheng smiled, gently pushing her away. She was already blushing like a sunset, her eyes a haze of tears, lost in the kiss. "Xiao Tong, what are you doing?" Lu Jincheng met her gaze, shamelessly questioning her. He Ying was almost on the verge of tears from embarrassment and anxiety: what else could she want after things had gone this far? But she understood immediately that Lu Jincheng might have misunderstood. She could not allow Lu Jincheng to think that she was just a woman trying to approach a boss or rich second generation through office rules; nor let him believe she was a naive girl doing an absurd spring dream, seeking to instantly grab a "girlfriend" or "Mrs. Shi" title. No matter how disgraceful, even slightly insulting, she needed to assertively look at Lu Jincheng, biting her lower lip, yet speaking softly but clearly: "I want to help you relax a bit..." "I want to help you relax a bit," such gentle and compliant, yet slightly self-deprecating and somewhat lewd words, could indeed slip from her lips. Even He Ying found it incredible herself. Listening to her own words felt tingling and sour. "I’ve always been quite relaxed... If I wanted to unwind through such matters, I would look for a suitable partner." Lu Jincheng looked at her, seemingly still rejecting but did not move away. If it were someone else, another scene, He Ying would have almost gone mad with anger and died of shame. After making such a proactive move, saying such words as "I want to help you relax a bit," she was actually rejected. Mind you, with He Ying’s looks and demeanor, there are countless people willing to humble themselves for a mere hint of her charm. And he refused? But He Ying could understand— no, he wasn’t rejecting. Because He Ying already sensed a peculiar yet clear physiological change happening to Lu Jincheng. He wasn’t refusing, but asking herself if she was the "suitable partner." Even this left her quite embarrassed and annoyed. "I’m willing, and I want to, and I will learn to be your suitable partner." She spoke very softly. If she could see her face, she knew it must be crimson. She spoke such a shameful, humble, yet firm statement. She was determined to take that step with Lu Jincheng. She simply couldn’t believe that being "Jincheng’s subordinate" could offer more than being "Jincheng’s woman." Moreover, if she couldn’t use her appearance and body to add significant weight to this utterly unequal trade, she considered it a massive waste. Was it that those who brown-nosed their superiors, selling their souls, were nobler than the little lovers ravaged by them? Was squandering her time with mediocre bosses more worthy than having her body spoiled by a smart, capable one? He Ying never believed this self-deceiving white-collar chit-chat nonsense. This is my body, my breasts, my hips, my lower body... my chastity, my dignity, my personality... I’ll decide how to use them myself, and of course, I’m ready to offer them, but not only must the price be right, the recipient must also be suitable. Missing this man means never encountering a better opportunity in this life... Her upper shirt and bra remained on, yet below ... between her legs, what was visible was no longer the silhouette of panties wrapped in allure; it was rather the dense thicket, a small patch shyly opened, slightly shut, revealing the last secret of womanhood. Though not clearly visible, it seemed He Ying’s hips indeed had a "petite" charm. Even that thatch of pubic hair was neatly and intricately arrayed, daintily guarding a shameful little crevice. Although the hue of that flesh was not visible, the hair was delicately surrounding it, reflecting a girl’s clean and soft physique. Meanwhile, He Ying placed the small, nearly unimaginable piece of black lace panties that still carried her body scent and warmth, folded tidily beside her on the table. "Come over," Lu Jincheng felt the intense thrill from her posture and sensed an uncontrollable desire in his groin, already eager to explore the girl’s hidden wilderness upon glimpsing He Ying’s intimacy. He didn’t hesitate another moment but also seemed to appreciate her now bare lower half, yet clothed upper half’s quirky but erotic appearance, thus not requiring her to remove her shirt and bra. It seemed that he found her current half-shrouded, half-exposed state, neither wholly clothed nor naked, provocatively ambiguous, to be just right, the best. Hence, he beckoned her over with a gesture. Perhaps unbuttoning and disrobing herself to stand bare before Lu Jincheng was too shameful. He Ying preferred drawing close to him, allowing Lu Jincheng to final initiate the ultimate engagement. Upon hearing his summons, she obediently and shyly whimpered a "yes" and approached, covering her face, her legs going weak, she almost collapsed onto Lu Jincheng’s body, no longer inhibiting, as if her smooth skin of the lower belly was poised to shamelessly yet defilingly press upon Lu Jincheng’s privates, offering herself for his indulgence. Yet, Lu Jincheng greedily kissed her forehead, leaving a trail of saliva, while holding her waist, twisting her to have her back and buttocks facing him. "Just is good, here, sit down."