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

At 9:55, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Lu Li stood in front of the mirror, looking at her skin that had been rubbed red.

I've used half a bottle of shower gel, the kind with strong oil-removing mint for men.

Su Feiyan's words, "Wash yourself clean," felt like a tight band around his head.

He even nervously sniffed his arm; it smelled entirely of mint.

It shouldn't have that smell, right?

After all, the accident this morning was indeed a bit too exciting.

That crazy girl, Shen Weilan, really wants him dead.

He wrapped his bathrobe tighter around himself, like a fat sheep willingly walking onto the grill.

At exactly 10 o'clock, Lu Li pressed the doorknob.

"Click".

The door wasn't locked.

The main lights were not on inside.

Only a floor lamp remained, its warm yellow light spreading ambiguously in the corner.

The air was filled with the cool scent of tuberose.

Lu Li walked in and was about to close the door behind him.

He looked up.

He froze on the spot.

My throat is dry.

It felt as if someone had grabbed my neck.

Su Feiyan was not wearing pajamas.

She sat on the velvet couch at the foot of the bed, dressed in her business suit from the daytime.

A fitted black suit jacket over a tight white shirt, buttoned up to the top.

Abstinence.

rigorous.

He also wore a pair of thin-rimmed gold-wire glasses.

He casually toyed with the baguette in his hand.

But this is not the point.

The focus is on her legs.

Those long legs crossed together.

Lu Li felt that his vision had broken through the limits of human ability at this moment, and automatically activated the "4K Ultra HD mode".

Not right.

Those weren't ordinary black stockings.

Under the refraction of the light, the legs exhibit a strange, dazzling moiré pattern.

It has two floors.

Inside was a layer of black fishnet stockings with extremely large mesh, digging into her flesh and outlining its curves.

However, it was covered by an extremely thin layer of 10D see-through black stockings that looked as delicate as if they could be broken with a touch.

Roughness and delicacy.

Wildness and restraint.

The combination of two distinctly different textures creates a deadly chemical reaction.

Layering? That's amazing!

[Who was the genius who came up with this combination?]

[Those legs... I could play with them... no, I could look at them for a million years!]

But... what's with this murderous aura? I'm still a child!

Su Feiyan raised her eyelids.

Through the glasses, a hint of mockery and a touch of smugness flashed in those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

Indeed, men are visual creatures.

As long as you use heavy bait, there's no fish you can't catch.

"Have you seen enough?"

Her voice was very soft.

Lu Li shuddered, snapped back to reality, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Su..."

Su Feiyan ignored his incoherent ramblings.

She raised her hand, gently patting the baguette bread in her palm.

a bit.

Another one.

"close the door."

"Lock it from the inside."

"Kneel down."

Three short sentences.

There is absolutely no room for negotiation.

Lu Li reacted almost instinctively, his body reacting faster than his brain.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut.

"Thump."

Knees on the ground.

Their movements were fluid and skillful, almost painful to watch.

The heavy wool carpet swallowed the sounds, but it couldn't swallow the room's allure and danger.

Lu Li knelt in front of Su Feiyan, his line of sight level with her knees.

That's the best vantage point.

"President Su, I was wrong."

It's always right to admit your mistake first.

Lu Li lowered his head, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards those long, crossed legs.

[Who can withstand this...]

Su Feiyan sneered.

Her posture became extremely aggressive, and that elegant dark curve quietly approached, eventually transforming into tangible oppression.

Lu Li felt an unusual resistance at his chin, a soft yet firm touch—she used it as a fulcrum to forcefully lift his face, leaving him no way to avoid it.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Li was forced to look up at her.

From this angle, she looks like a queen, aloof and unapproachable.

"No, we shouldn't have let Weilan into the room..."

"Anything else?"

Lu Li swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have let her eat it..."

Su Feiyan narrowed her eyes.

that.

Oh.

She remembered the scene she had seen at the door that morning.

That shameless little girl had a defiant look on her face.

That was something that originally belonged to her.

Although she planned to enjoy it slowly, that didn't mean others could steal it.

"You said the wrong thing."

"You're reminiscing about it, aren't you?"

[I'm innocent!]

How could I dare to relive that! I was forced into it!

However… to be fair, Wei Lan's skills are indeed… um…

Before he could finish thinking...

Su Feiyan's foot suddenly moved.

then.

The next moment, she went a step further, her actions carrying a condescending scrutiny.

Lu Li could feel the force being applied to his body.

It's not just about stepping on something; it's more like a silent net that, through the fabric of the shirt, simultaneously transmits two completely different tactile sensations: rough and delicate.

This feeling is very subtle.

It was as if a sharp blade was wrapped in silk, repeatedly probing his sensory nerves.

Su Feiyan slowly tightened her attack, the force quietly flowing along her collarbone.

"Well……"

Lu Li gritted his teeth.

He could still clearly feel the texture.

【hiss--】

[This slightly rough friction...]

How is it that surprisingly, it's not annoying?

[No, no! Lu Li, you must stay calm! You are a gentleman! You have dignity...]

Su Feiyan heard it.

She chuckled softly.

"Since you feel good about it."

next second.

"Well--!"

Lu Li finally couldn't hold back and squeezed out a suppressed groan from deep in his throat.

His breathing became erratic.

Su Feiyan looked down at him.

His usual slick protective facade had completely vanished, leaving him looking like a trapped beast caught in a net, having given up struggling.

She gently swirled the wine in her glass, savoring the tranquility and submission of the moment—this sense of conquest that touched the very soul was indeed more captivating than signing any contract.

"You can't even handle this?"

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses filled with aggression.

Drawing circles.

"What Shen Weilan can give you."

"I can give it."

Her voice carried a hint of seduction.

"She can't give it to you."

"I can give that too."

The voice just fell.

The foot nimbly hooked.

The layers of delicate fabric clung tightly to the skin, completely concealing the original skin tone, leaving only a trace of the finely outlined shape.

Lu Li was panting heavily, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

……

"Well--!"

Lu Li finally couldn't hold back any longer.

A muffled groan, barely suppressed, escaped from deep within his throat.

He fell forward.

He instinctively reached out and tightly embraced the only support in front of him, his entire face deeply hidden in that soft shadow, as if trying to shut out everything from the outside world.

That was the first defeat of the night.

Su Feiyan did not move.

She let him hold her.

a long time.

"Promising."

Su Feiyan straightened her skirt.