Liu Xiaoqing was quite clever. Seeing Li Bingshuang asking her to leave, she realized something was up. Without delay, she nodded and exited the office, closing the door behind her.
After Liu Xiaoqing left, Li Bingshuang grabbed Chen Tianlong's hand, feeling and examining it. Finally, she ran her delicate fingers down his spine, as if giving him a massage.
"Whoa, President Li, what are you doing? I'm here to deliver something, but massage services are really not necessary. It wouldn't look good if someone finds out."
Chen Tianlong was a bit surprised, yet also slightly pleased. The beauty's hands were indeed soft, and it felt nice to be touched.
It would be even better if we could do something more.
As Chen Tianlong was indulging in his thoughts, suddenly Li Bingshuang fiercely pinched the base of his spine.
"Ouch…."
Chen Tianlong screamed in pain, his body springing forward like a coil, nearly crashing into the door.
