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

The air froze for about three seconds.

Su Feiyan remained silent.

She simply stared at Lu Li quietly, her eyes, hidden behind her gold-rimmed glasses, seemed to penetrate his retina and directly read the messy, yellowish waste in his cerebral cortex.

Lu Li maintained that reverent posture of "looking up at the queen," his neck almost stiffening.

Sweat trickled down his temples.

Why aren't you saying anything?

[I've already praised those black stockings to this extent, isn't this flattery loud enough?]

Am I supposed to compose a poem on the spot?

[For example... ah, black stockings, you're blacker than coal, deeper than the night?]

"No, that's too old-fashioned; you'd get drowned."

Just as Lu Li was mentally rehearsing a hundred ways he would die, his heart sealed in cement and he would sink into the Huangpu River.

Su Feiyan moved.

She did not pull her beautiful legs back from the desk.

Instead, she slightly adjusted her posture.

Legs crossed.

It was accompanied by an extremely subtle yet incredibly enchanting friction sound.

Nourishes—

That's the unique sound made when high-needle-count nylon fabric rubs against each other.

It's like an electric current.

It went straight into Lu Li's spine, following his eardrum.

Crispy.

numb.

"Assistant Lu."

Su Feiyan spoke, her tone playful.

"It's a real shame that someone with your mouth isn't in sales."

"It would be a waste of talent not to tell stories under the overpass."

Lu Li quickly smiled apologetically.

"President Su, you flatter me."

"These are my heartfelt words."

"Every word is imbued with my profound understanding of President Su... uh, the company's corporate culture!"

Su Feiyan gave a soft snort.

The high heel hanging on her toes finally gave way and fell onto the mahogany desk with a "thud".

That jade foot.

I am completely free.

The soles of her feet, encased in extremely thin black stockings, stretched slightly as they were freed from the constraints of shoes.

Her toes were round and cute, and through the black stockings, the burgundy nail polish on her toenails was clearly visible.

Like a flame burning in the night.

Lu Li's gaze was completely out of control.

It looks like it's stuck on with super glue.

【My goodness!】

[That foot shape...]

The arch of that foot...

[System, do you have the skill of "touch from a distance"? Even "mental molestation" would be fine!]

The system did not respond.

It's obvious that it thinks the host is too embarrassing and doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

Su Feiyan's smile deepened as she looked at Lu Li's absent-minded appearance.

"Since Assistant Lu thinks these black stockings look so good..."

"Since it represents art, power, and... what was it again? To make me submit?"

Su Feiyan tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

"Then I'll give you a chance."

"Show me."

Lu Li was stunned for a moment.

"what?"

"Look...look at what?"

Su Feiyan pointed to her leg.

"Look at the legs."

"From now until the end of the workday."

"Your eyes must not leave my legs for even a second."

"If you miss a second, you'll lose a thousand yuan from your salary."

"Each blink will result in a 500 yuan deduction from your salary."

Lu Li was stunned.

Happiness came too suddenly, like a tornado?

How can this be considered punishment?

This is simply a workplace perk! It's a gift from God to this poor, working-class man!

[Mr. Su, are you serious?]

I've never heard of such a request in my entire life!

[Don't even mention watching until the end of the workday, I'd be happy to watch until retirement!]

[This is so awesome! Paid leg-viewing?]

Lu Li almost knelt down and shouted "Long live President Su!"

But he still had to pretend to be in a difficult position.

"President Su, oh dear, this...this isn't quite right, is it?"

"I still have to work."

"And staring at it for so long was a bit... a bit..."

"Which one?"

Su Feiyan raised an eyebrow.

"Or are you lying to me?"

"So you actually think my legs are ugly and don't even bother to look at them?"

"No, no, no! It's beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

Lu Li was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Then what are we still talking about?"

Su Feiyan's face darkened.

"Execute the command."

"yes!"

Lu Li immediately sat up straight, adjusted his posture, and moved the chair forward.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the pair of beautiful legs so close to his face.

This distance.

It is less than 50 centimeters long.

You can even see the extremely fine texture on the stockings.

You can see a small, slightly protruding bone at her ankle.

You can see a slight pinkish sheen at the knees due to bending.

A visual feast.

It was truly a visual feast.

The first ten minutes.

Lu Li felt like she was in heaven.

He mentally praised Su Feiyan's legs a thousand times over, from top to bottom and inside to outside.

They even recorded the frequency of her toes curling slightly.

Twenty minutes have passed.

Lu Li still felt great.

He began to study the materials used in stockings.

Is this 5D?

No, it might be 3D.

It's too transparent.

It's like applying a soft-focus filter to your legs.

This subtle, alluring feeling is a hundred times more tempting than simply showing bare legs.

Thirty minutes have passed.

Lu Li sensed that something was wrong.

My eyes... are a little sore.

In order to avoid having that 500 yuan deducted, he kept his eyes open without blinking.

The surface of the eyeball begins to become dry.

Moreover, staring at a stationary object for a long time can easily cause visual fatigue.

Even if the object is an incredibly beautiful leg.

Forty minutes have passed.

Lu Li started to cry, physiological tears.

It's no use.

[Mr. Su, could you please blink?]

My dry eye syndrome is about to flare up.

This isn't a benefit; it's torture!

This is like making you eat lobster and abalone all the time without letting you drink water, until you throw up!

Lu Li secretly wanted to look away for a moment.

Even just glancing at that ugly filing cabinet next to it would be nice.

But he had only turned his eyeballs a millimeter to the left.

"Deduct one thousand."

A cold, icy voice rang out.

Su Feiyan was looking at the documents in her hand without even looking up.

But it's as if she has a third eye.

Lu Li was so frightened that he quickly turned his eyes back.

"President Su, I didn't move it!"

"I just... my eyeball twitched!"

"If you try to argue again, I'll deduct two thousand."

Lu Li shut up.

My heart is as bitter as if I've eaten two pounds of bitter herbs.

Is this woman a devil?

Another ten minutes passed.

Lu Li felt like his retina was about to burn through.

Just when he was about to give up.

Su Feiyan put down the documents in her hand.

She took off her glasses.

Rubbed his eyebrows.

Then, he glanced at Lu Li, whose face was full of pain and whose eyes were brimming with tears.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you just say you could watch it a hundred times and never get tired of it?"

"This is nothing!"

Lu Li's voice was trembling with tears.

"President Su, it's not that I don't want to see it."

"It's the eyes...their physiological structure doesn't allow it."

"It's dry."

Su Feiyan smiled.

"Dry?"

"Then let's find something moist to do."

Lu Li was startled.

[Something wet?]

What does this mean?

【Does this mean... I have to make lemon tea by hand?】

Su Feiyan pointed to his keyboard.

"Since our eyes are just sitting around doing nothing anyway..."

"Keep your hands busy."

Write me a paper.

"what?"

Lu Li doubted that he had heard correctly.

"On...a thesis?"

"I've already thought of some topics for you."

Su Feiyan crossed her arms and leaned back, making the posture that made Lu Li's blood boil even more oppressive.

"Let's call it 'On the Differences in Artistic Appreciation Between Black and White Stockings and President Su's Absolute Advantage'."

"Subtitle: Focusing on the material analysis and aesthetic deconstruction of black stockings."

"Word count: 3,000 words."

"Give it to me before you leave work."

Requirements: In-depth, objective, and specific.

"If it doesn't meet the requirements, or the word count is insufficient..."

Su Feiyan paused.

That foot, gently lifted.

Then, with extreme precision, his toes landed on the back of Lu Li's hand, which was resting on the keyboard.

I tapped it lightly.

"Then I'll chop off your hands."

"There's no point in keeping them anyway; they'll just be used to secretly save those junk pictures."

Lu Li felt a chill on the back of his hand.

The stockings felt cool and smooth.

Her feet were soft and warm.

Just place it on the back of his hand.

Lu Li's mind went blank.

[Was I... stepped on?]

[Did Su Feiyan step on my foot?]

Holy crap!

[It's a bit addictive!]

Is this the legendary treat for foot fetishists?

[No, no, no, Lu Li, you need to wake up! She wants to chop off your hand!]

"Did you hear me clearly?"

Su Feiyan's voice became slightly louder.

The toe of his foot rubbed against the back of his hand.

"Listen... I heard you clearly!"

Lu Li answered loudly.

"Then hurry up and write it!"

Su Feiyan withdrew her foot and placed it back on the table.

"remember."

"Don't take your eyes off my legs."

"Contact typing."

"One hundred yuan will be deducted for each misspelled word."

Lu Li wanted to cry but had no tears.

Is this something a human being would do?

While staring at the boss's thighs, he blindly typed a 3,000-word essay praising black stockings.

What kind of top-tier workplace humiliation play is this?

But he dared not speak out against his anger.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and put my hands on the keyboard.

Start tapping.

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

The sound of keyboards echoed in the quiet office.

Lu Li stared intently at Su Feiyan's calves.

My mind raced, trying to come up with the right words.

"Black stockings are more than just clothing; they are the culmination of human textile industrial civilization, a perfect fusion of optics and aesthetics..."

After typing this sentence.

Lu Li secretly glanced at the screen.

Thankfully, there were no typos.

carry on.

"Compared to the superficiality of white stockings, black stockings possess a profound allure. Like a black hole, they devour a man's reason, releasing primal hormones..."

Su Feiyan looked at Lu Li's "constipated" expression.

Watching him move his fingers swiftly while tears streamed down his face.

The inexplicable irritation I felt finally dissipated.

This salted fish.

That's how it has to be treated.

If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think he can do whatever he wants.

How dare you look at other women?

From now on, his eyes will only have eyes for Su Feiyan.

Only her legs are allowed.

Thinking about this...

Su Feiyan deliberately wiggled her toes.

Those rounded toes danced in the air like they were playing the piano.

The black stockings stretched and tightened between the toes as the toes moved.

It outlines breathtaking lines.

Lu Li's fingers, which were typing, suddenly trembled.

That last move was absolutely amazing.

My train of thought went blank.

I meant to type "solemn" but I typed "pretentious" instead.

Delete it immediately.

[President Su, please don't move!]

[If you make this move, my thesis will turn into a pornographic novel!]

[This is unbearable!]

[Those toes...are those toes? They're hooks that snatch souls!]

Lu Li forced himself to calm down.

This is more than just writing a paper.

This is spiritual practice.

This is a test of one's Daoist heart!

As long as he can get through this hurdle, Lu Li will be the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, the modern-day Tang Sanzang!

Time passed by, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The main lights in the office were off; only a desk lamp was on.

The dim light shone on Su Feiyan's legs, giving the black stockings a golden edge, making them appear even more mysterious and alluring.

Lu Li had entered a state of "selflessness".

His fingers were no longer controlled by his brain, but by instinct.

A lengthy article of 3,000 words is rapidly being generated on the screen.

It references color psychology, materials mechanics, and even Freud's psychology of sex.

The article provides a comprehensive and multi-faceted argument for the core point that "Su Feiyan is the best in the world when it comes to wearing black stockings."

at last.

When the clock hands point to six o'clock.

Lu Li typed the final period.

Snapped.

Press Enter.

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su."

Lu Li's throat was parched.

His eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"I've...I'm done writing."

Su Feiyan glanced at her watch.

5:59.

"Checkpoint complete."

"It's alright."

She put her legs off the table.

She gracefully put on the high heel that had fallen off.

When putting on shoes.

She deliberately slowed down her movements.

Let Lu Li see clearly how that jade-like foot slid into the black shoe and was wrapped in leather.

Lu Li only heard a "gulp" sound coming from his throat.

The sound of him swallowing was too loud.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Su Feiyan gave him a half-smile.

They didn't say anything.

She turned her chair around to face the computer screen.

I began reviewing Lu Li's "masterpiece".

Lu Li stood to the side, feeling uneasy.

It's like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to grade their homework.

Please don't fail!

I'll die if I write it again.

Su Feiyan read very quickly.

One eye and ten lines.

Occasionally, she would raise her eyebrows.

Occasionally, the corner of his mouth will twitch.

For example, this sentence:

"If Shen Weilan's white stockings are like a five-yuan bottle of mineral water from a convenience store, bland and tasteless; then President Su's black stockings are like a 1982 vintage Lafite, every sip intoxicating, making one willing to become the sediment in that barrel..."

God's special sediment.

but……

Su Feiyan had no choice but to admit it.

It looks quite pleasing to the eye.

Especially that sentence that belittled Shen Weilan.

He is very much to my liking.

She continued reading.

"President Su's legs conform to the golden ratio. Any more and they would be too fat, any less and they would be too thin. The black stockings are like adding a layer of bulletproof glass to this rare treasure, showcasing its beauty while declaring its inviolability..."

Ok.

This sentence at least sounds like a normal person.

Su Feiyan watched until the very end.

The ending is a thought-provoking summary:

"In conclusion, black stockings are not only President Su's battle attire, but also an extension of his personal charisma. In this world, only President Su can give black stockings a true soul. May President Su's black stockings forever dominate my aesthetic sense, Amen."

I saw the word "Amen".

Su Feiyan almost burst out laughing.

This dead salty fish.

To survive, they'll make up any nonsense they can think of.

but.

That's enough words.

Their attitude was fairly proper.

Most importantly, those thousand-plus words of flattery really made her feel quite comfortable.

The jealousy I felt has mostly dissipated.

Su Feiyan closed the document.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Li.

"The writing is so-so."

"The writing is flamboyant and the logic is chaotic."

"It's filled with vulgarity and flattery."

Lu Li's heart sank.

[It’s over. 】

It needs to be rewritten.

"but."

Su Feiyan changed the subject.

"Given your good attitude in admitting your mistake."

"And I have come to a profound understanding of the cheapness and vulgarity of white stockings."

"I'll let you go this time."

Lu Li suddenly looked up.

His eyes shone with the light of relief after surviving a disaster.

"Thank you, Mr. Su! Mr. Su is wise! Mr. Su is magnanimous!"

Su Feiyan stood up.

I picked up the trench coat hanging on the hanger and put it on.

"Let's go."

"get off work."

"what?"

Lu Li was stunned for a moment.

"Where...where to?"

"go home."

Su Feiyan said matter-of-factly.

"Shen Weilan isn't coming tonight."

What would you like to eat?

Lu Li answered instinctively, "Braised pork ribs..."

"OK."

Su Feiyan walked out in her high heels, clicking away.

When I got to the door...

She suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Look back.

He glanced at Lu Li, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

My gaze lingered on his swollen eyes for a second.

Then, the gaze slowly moved downwards.

It landed on his lower body.

He was wearing dress pants, and there was nothing unusual about him.

But Su Feiyan could sense it.

This kid must have been fantasizing a lot just now.

"Oh, right."

"I forgot to tell you."

Su Feiyan pushed up her glasses and revealed a devilish smile.

"Print out this paper."

"Put it on your workstation."

"I need to check tomorrow."

"Not only should we post them, but we should also read them aloud."

"Read it aloud during the morning meeting tomorrow, in front of all the senior executives."

Boom!

Five thunderstorms hit the top.

Lu Li was completely devastated.

[Recite...?]

In front of all the company's top executives?

[To read aloud this... this kind of sexually explicit paper?]

[Then am I even allowed to live?]

Even though I, Lu Li, am a kept man, I still have my pride!

This is public execution!

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su..."

Lu Li reached out Er Kang's hand, trying to salvage some dignity.

"Could we... perhaps change the punishment?"

Su Feiyan gave a cold laugh.

"cannot."

"As for tomorrow's recitation..."

She squinted.

"That's to solidify your aesthetic sense."

"So that you won't forget the pain after a couple of days and start staring at those indecent white stockings again."

Done.

Su Feiyan walked out of the office without looking back.

Lu Li was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

What a terrible thing!