What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Lu Li sat upright at his workstation, his hands on the keyboard, pretending to be typing.

In fact, his document already contained more than a hundred lines of "Aba aba aba".

He dared not let his gaze wander, and he even dared not breathe too loudly.

Because it's right next door.

The female tyrant who held the power of life and death over him, who had just confiscated his phone and deleted his treasured pictures of white stockings, was sitting in the boss's chair.

She had her back to him.

Although he couldn't see her expression, Lu Li could feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from her.

Lu Li prayed frantically in his heart.

Never look back.

Don't talk to me.

If I can just get through this afternoon, I can go home.

I swear, I'll never look at white stockings at the company again... at least not in front of her.

[That little vixen Shen Weilan, why does she post photos all the time? She's got me all messed up.]

Just as Lu Li was lost in thought...

Nourishes—

The sound of a chair turning broke the silence.

Lu Li's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously raised his head.

Then, the large, genuine leather boss's chair slowly turned around.

Su Feiyan remained expressionless.

A layer of frost covered that exquisitely beautiful face.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses stared coldly at him.

He did not speak.

"Mr. Su...?"

Lu Li swallowed hard, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Um, I'll finish the report right away, you..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lu Li's voice abruptly stopped.

It felt like being choked by an invisible hand.

His pupils dilated.

My gaze was fixed on what was in front of me, as if drawn by a magnet.

Su Feiyan leaned back in her chair.

then.

She lifted her leg.

Not the elegant way of crossing your legs.

Instead, she placed her long, slender legs directly on the mahogany desk between the two of them.

boom.

The heel of the high heel tapped on the table with a crisp sound.

That angle.

That posture.

That's absolutely terrible.

Today, Su Feiyan is wearing a black professional bodycon skirt.

The skirt wasn't long to begin with, only reaching above the knee.

Because of this leg-lifting motion, the skirt inevitably slipped down along the line of the thigh.

More breathtaking scenery was revealed.

What legs those are!

slim.

Straight.

It was so symmetrical, as if God had measured it with a ruler.

The key is.

Is she wearing sheer black stockings today?

Extremely thin, with a very high degree of transparency.

It might be an ultra-thin 5D or 10D model.

That thin layer of black nylon tightly wrapped around her fair skin.

The interplay of black and flesh tones creates a color known as "temptation."

A delicate sheen flowed across the legs.

My gaze followed the smooth lines of her calves downwards.

It was an ankle so slender it looked like you could hold it in one hand.

Next, continue.

It was a pair of black high heels with red soles.

Pointed tip.

Thin heels.

Because of the posture, the high heel on the left foot was not properly on.

Instead, it hung loosely on the toes.

It seems like it's about to fall but can't.

As her toes swayed gently.

The high heel was also teetering in mid-air.

Every sway.

Their arches, covered by stockings, were exposed.

And those slightly curled toes, painted with burgundy nail polish.

That touch of red.

Against the backdrop of black, it appeared exceptionally alluring.

Lu Li felt the blood in his brain rush to the top of his head with a "boom".

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Is this something I can watch for free?

[This...this is the legendary "desktop temptation"?]

That skirt hem... just a little bit higher... just a little bit higher...

Those legs are absolutely amazing!

[She's so much better than that underdeveloped little girl, Shen Weilan!]

Is this the true value of a mature, sophisticated woman?

Black stockings are so cute!

Lu Li's inner monologue has become incredibly rich.

He had even already written an 800-word in-depth analysis report in his mind on the relationship between President Su's leg lines and the material of her stockings.

But he had to pretend that nothing was wrong on the surface.

Pretend to be a virtuous gentleman.

He could only clench his jaw tightly, trying his best to control his gaze and not be too unrestrained.

But it's too hard.

Those legs were right in front of me, gleaming with a cold, alluring luster under the light.

It was like a giant whirlpool, trying to suck his soul in.

Su Feiyan kept staring into Lu Li's eyes.

She heard it.

I could hear it clearly.

The screams in Lu Li's heart.

Those praises.

And those... lewd fantasies.

The pent-up frustration in my heart inexplicably dissipated considerably.

There was even a hint of smugness.

Humph.

the man.

They say no, but their actions tell a different story.

When I was looking at Shen Weilan's photo just now, I was just a little too excited.

Now look at my legs, even my breathing is disordered.

You know your stuff.

Su Feiyan's lips curled up.

She did not put her legs down.

instead.

She deliberately moved her ankle.

This made the high heel hanging on her toe swing even more violently.

The thin layer of black silk shimmered and shifted under the light.

The bluish veins below are faintly visible.

These exquisite details are often what break down a man's defenses the most.

"Is it pretty?"

Su Feiyan exuded a touch of alluring charm.

Lu Li shuddered.

I snapped out of that dazed state.

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su, what's wrong...?"

Lu Li's eyes darted around, trying to evade the question.

"This posture... is bad for your back."

"Besides... if outsiders saw this, it would damage your prestige as CEO..."

Su Feiyan chuckled softly.

"There are only the two of us here."

"I've already closed all the blinds."

"Who can see it?"

As she spoke, she tapped the table with her toe.

It makes a clicking sound.

Answer me.

"Is it pretty?"

Lu Li looked at the silk-clad feet so close to his eyes.

I swallowed hard.

【nice!】

[This is fucking good!]

[If I could... cough cough... I'd be willing to win 1 million in the lottery!]

But can I say that? What if I do? I might get beaten to death on the spot!

"nice."

Lu Li ultimately chose honesty.

The main reason is that I'm afraid she'll see through my lies.

After all, this woman's intuition was frighteningly accurate.

"That……"

Su Feiyan leaned forward slightly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

His eyes sharpened.

That queen-like aura instantly came into full play.

The sense of oppression is overwhelming.

"Give me your opinion."

"The white stockings in the photo are the best."

"Or do you prefer these black stockings that are right in front of you?"

!

coming.

They've arrived!

This is hardly a critique of stockings.

This is a life-or-death decision.

This is an upgraded workplace version of the "If I and your mother fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?" question.

Choose white stockings?

Then there's no need to think about it.

This day next year will be the anniversary of his death.

The two thousand yuan that was just deducted was just an appetizer.

The next step is probably to seal it with cement and then sink it into the river to feed the fish.

Choose black stockings?

If you give a perfunctory answer, you will be seen as having a survival instinct and being insincere.

If the answer is too explicit, it will be considered a sexual harassment or sexual assault.

difficult.

too difficult.

Being a CEO's assistant is difficult.

Being Su Feiyan's assistant is even more difficult.

Lu Li's brain began to work at lightning speed.

The CPU is about to burn out.

He was organizing his thoughts.

He was searching for the perfect balance—one that would allow him to survive while also pleasing her.

Su Feiyan wasn't in a hurry.

She just watched him quietly.

His toes wobbled idly.

He seemed to be enjoying the thrill of cornering him.

even.

She even deliberately stretched her legs forward a little.

That toe.

It almost touched the back of Lu Li's hand, which was resting on the table.

Lu Li felt the hairs on the back of his hand stand up.

A delicate fragrance wafted over.

It doesn't smell like perfume.

It was her natural body scent.

It has a faint, distinctive nylon scent.

Lu Li took an epic breath... uh, he took a deep breath.

"President Su."

Lu Li raised his head.

His eyes became incredibly sincere.

The air is thick with the spirit of "academic discussion".

"There's simply no comparison."

"Oh?"

Su Feiyan raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

Lu Li cleared his throat and began his performance.

"White silk represents purity, innocence, and the kind of youth that is laid bare."

"Just like Shen Weilan."

"Her wearing white stockings is indeed appropriate for her age and status."

"but."

Lu Li changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"But that's all."

That kind of beauty is shallow and superficial.

"It's like plain water; it quenches your thirst, but doesn't leave much of a aftertaste."

"Besides, white stockings are very selective in terms of who they suit."

"Having even slightly thicker legs is a disaster."

"If you don't dress well, you'll look cheap, like you're trying to look young."

As Lu Li spoke, he observed Su Feiyan's expression.

Seeing that her expression had softened slightly.

Only then did I dare to continue writing.

"But black stockings are different."

"Especially the kind of... extremely thin black stockings on your legs, Mr. Su."

Lu Li pointed to her leg.

He drew a line in the air with his finger.

"This is no longer just simple clothing."

"This is an art."

"Black represents mystery, nobility, and profundity."

"It has a very strong visual sense of contraction."

"It can accentuate the beauty of the leg muscles to the greatest extent."

"Look here."

Lu Li mustered his courage and pointed to Su Feiyan's calf.

"The black, semi-transparent material makes the skin appear and disappear."

"This 'half-hidden face' feeling is the highest level of sexiness."

"It's more than just a visual shock."

"It's more about creating an atmosphere."

"and."

Lu Li paused.

His eyes became somewhat infatuated.

This time, I'm truly obsessed.

"Only women like you, Ms. Su, possess a powerful aura, rich experience, and extreme self-confidence."

"Only someone can pull off these black stockings."

"Wear it on your body."

"It's no longer a pair of socks."

"It is a symbol of power."

"It's the Queen's battle robe."

"Let people see it..."

Lu Li swallowed hard.

The voice lowered.

"It makes people not only want to watch, but also want to... submit."

After saying this long paragraph.

Lu Li felt like he had used up all his Chinese language skills.

I've never been this serious about writing essays for the college entrance exam.

[Is it all settled now?]

This round of flattery deserves a perfect score, right?

I've practically turned black stockings into a battle robe.

If you're still not satisfied, I really can't do anything more.

However, to be fair...

Those legs are absolutely gorgeous.

The bony shape of that ankle is so beautiful, I really want to hold it in my hands and play with it...

【if……】

【Pah! Lu Li, what are you thinking? Are you a masochist?】