Wu Qiangwei sat cross-legged on the massage bed, her panties and bra still wet, sheer, and see-through, revealing the skin underneath.
She hadn't felt self-conscious at first, but when Song Guanchao came over and his gaze kept sneaking peeks, she realized.
But trying to cover up now would be even more embarrassing, so she decided to act indifferent and open.
"What did she talk to you about?"
Just as Song Guanchao was about to speak, the door opened again, and Qu Xiangru walked in, wrapped in a bath towel.
"Secretary Song, why did you come over here?"
Qu Xiangru walked over with a smile and said, "I went to the restroom for a moment, and you disappeared. I thought you had left, but it turns out you came here to find your secretary."
She picked up the essential oil and said, "You promised to give me a little massage, you can't back out now."
In this moment, Qu Xiangru did not have the aloofness of a stranger; her words carried the familiarity of an acquaintance.
