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

Located in the city center of Jianghai, on the top floor of the IFC International Financial Center.

A high-end swimwear customization shop called "Secret Ocean".

The area was not cleared out; Su Feiyan left behind two young female sales assistants.

Lu Li felt like a Christmas tree adorned with colorful lights, but an unconventional one.

He wore three leopard-print jumpsuits on his left arm and two lace-trimmed jumpsuits on his right shoulder.

On the neck...

There was also a bikini hanging there, made of only a few thin ropes with very little fabric.

The two female sales assistants are trained professionals who generally don't laugh unless they can't help it.

The way they looked at Lu Li was three parts sympathy and seven parts... the excitement of looking at a pervert.

Su Feiyan seemed not to see Lu Li's "I want to die" expression.

She gracefully moved between the shelves in her signature black stilettos, her fingers tracing the delicate fabrics.

"This one."

Su Feiyan stopped and hooked her fingertips onto a pure black bikini.

The fabric was pitifully little, basically just three triangles and a few ropes.

"Assistant Lu."

She turned around, her eyes sparkling.

"come over."

Lu Li moved over.

[Mr. Su, what can this thing even cover?]

[Is this rope... definitely not meant to strangle someone?]

Su Feiyan smiled knowingly.

Instead of going to the changing room, she took the incredibly revealing swimsuit, pressed it against her body, and approached Lu Li.

"Assistant Lu."

Su Feiyan slightly puffed out her chest, the black swimsuit clinging to her white silk shirt.

The stark contrast between black and white creates an explosive visual impact.

"Based on your experience of 'visual estimation'..."

She emphasized the words "by visual estimation".

"Is this size... right?"

Lu Li dared not focus his gaze, his eyes darting around.

It floated from the ceiling chandelier to the saleswoman's name tag, and finally had to land on Su Feiyan's... chin.

"President Su is naturally beautiful."

"You'd look good even in a burlap sack."

"The size... is definitely perfect."

Su Feiyan chuckled, somewhat satisfied with the answer.

"Glib-tongued."

She tossed the few pieces of clothing with "very little fabric" into Lu Li's arms.

"Take it."

"I'll give it a try."

Watching Su Feiyan walk into the dressing room, Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I don't have to go in to help her change.

If I really go in...

That's another story about paid content.

Ten minutes later.

The curtain was drawn back.

There was no scene of spring blossoms being revealed as I had imagined.

Su Feiyan came out wrapped in a thick white silk bathrobe, completely covered up.

Only her slender calves and delicate ankles were visible.

The bathrobe was tied tightly, accentuating her slender waist.

The sales assistant was just about to go up and praise her.

Su Feiyan gave her a cold look.

"Step back."

The sales assistant stood frozen in place, afraid to move.

Su Feiyan walked to the dressing mirror, with her back to it and facing Lu Li.

"Lu Li".

"come over."

She waved to her dog.

"Stand closer."

"Block their view."

Lu Li obediently did as instructed.

At this moment, the distance between the two was less than five centimeters.

He could even feel the heat emanating from Su Feiyan's body.

"The hook on the back of this one..."

Su Feiyan's voice suddenly lowered.

"It's a bit loose."

"I can't see it."

She raised her head, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears.

"Could you help me... confirm this?"

Lu Li was stunned.

Confirm? How do I confirm?

next second.

Su Feiyan grabbed his hand.

Directly from the neckline of the bathrobe...

It was stuffed in.

Lu Li's pupils trembled.

[Holy crap?!]

This happened in public!

The sales assistant is still watching over there!

I managed to block it, but... this is way too exciting!

Touched by the fingertips.

It was hot, delicate, and as smooth as mutton fat jade.

And that one...

The swimsuit straps are so thin you can barely feel them.

This is "blind operation" in public places.

A strong sense of immorality made Lu Li's fingertips tremble slightly.

"Can you feel it?"

Su Feiyan whispered in his ear.

itch.

The itch has been lingering in my heart.

Is it tight?

Lu Li's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

That was Su Feiyan's back.

Completely unsuspecting, and entirely his.

He only needs to move his finger slightly...

"Mr. Su..."

Lu Li spoke haltingly.

"This button... seems to be... a dead button."

Su Feiyan chuckled softly.

Through her bathrobe, she leaned forward slightly, almost pressed against Lu Li's chest.

"Yeah?"

"Then you'd better... untie it properly."

This ordeal is called "fitting clothes".

It lasted for a full ten minutes.

When Lu Li came out of the store.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water; his back was completely soaked.

Because of the thrill of flirting with danger on the edge of a cliff.

Underground Parking Lot.

Lu Li was carrying large and small bags.

All of these are spoils I just bought.

Su Feiyan was in a good mood, with a faint smile on her lips.

She gracefully settled into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

"Put your things away properly."

"Set off."

Lu Li resignedly walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

However, the moment the trunk was opened...

Lu Li was stunned.

The trunk, which was empty yesterday, was now crammed with a suitcase I'd never seen before.

It's pink and covered with Hello Kitty and various anime stickers.

It's extremely incongruous.

There was also a sticky note on the box with a big smiley face drawn on it:

"My little darling~ Please do not touch~"

It was probably because the road was too congested, or the journey was bumpy.

The zipper on the suitcase... popped open at one corner.

Lu Li glanced at it subconsciously.

Just one glance.

What's stuffed inside.

It's not just clothing that looks strange.

There were also several bottles of unlabeled essential oils with strange colors.

Is this some kind of movie set for Fifty Shades of Grey?!

[Besides...didn't Shen Weilan say she was only bringing a few changes of clothes?]

Is this a suitcase... or an armory?!

Lu Li slammed the trunk shut with a loud bang.

【system:……】

[Ding! In short, special censored words have been added.]

inside the car.

Su Feiyan rolled down the car window and glanced at him through her sunglasses.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Li swallowed hard, turned around, and forced a smile.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

This trip to the South China Sea.

I am afraid……

Quite exciting.

……

The Gulfstream G650 smoothly cut through the clouds.

This private jet, worth 450 million, is currently cutting through the clouds and flying towards the South China Sea, 2,000 kilometers away.

On the left is Su Feiyan, who is reviewing documents.

She wore a black business suit and gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

On the right is Shen Weilan, who has completely let loose.

She changed out of her school uniform.

She wore a white halter-neck knitted camisole, revealing a large expanse of her dazzling back.

Her lower body was covered in denim hot pants that were as short as they could possibly be.

Two long, white legs were casually draped over the leather seat opposite Lu Li.

Her toes were painted with cherry-red nail polish, curling up and down.

"Brother-in-law~"

Shen Weilan bit down on the straw.

"The seats on this plane are so hard."

"It's not as comfortable as your thighs."

Lu Li: "..."

Please, grandma, your sister is sitting right next to you!

Are you trying to make sure I don't have a complete corpse after I die?

Lu Li decided to play dead.

He pulled down his blindfold and tried to shrink himself into a corner of the lounge.

Once I'm asleep, the world has nothing to do with me.

"Lu Li".

A cold, clear voice came from behind.

"come over."

"Reporting on my work."

Lu Li resignedly took off his blindfold and stood up.

Shen Weilan made a face at him, mouthing the words: "Coward."

When he walked up to Su Feiyan.

Lu Li then realized that this woman's "work mode" was a bit off.

The documents are laid out.

But her sitting posture carried an indescribable languor.

Legs crossed.

Once he saw it, Lu Li couldn't take his eyes off it.

Today's stockings aren't black.

Instead, it was a pair of aurora-colored flesh-colored stockings.

Under the soft cabin lights.

That delicate, almost flowing sheen meandered up the curve of her calves, disappearing into the shadows deep within the hem of her skirt.

Lu Li's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

This subtle, ambiguous feeling... that's the ultimate expression of pure desire!

[Especially those tiny wrinkles around the ankles...it just makes you want to reach out and smooth them out.]

[Sigh...]

Su Feiyan paused as she flipped through the documents, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Oh.

You know your stuff.

Since you like it so much...

"Clatter".

A soft sound.

The pen slipped from Su Feiyan's fingertips.

It bounced on those legs covered in flesh-colored stockings, then rolled deep under the table.

"oops."

Su Feiyan's tone was flat and insincere.

"The pen fell."

She raised her head, her peach blossom eyes looking at Lu Li meaningfully through her glasses.

"Assistant Lu."

"Please pick this up for me."

"I don't want to bend over."

Lu Li: "..."

This excuse is way too flimsy!

But he dared not say it.

I had no choice but to obediently squat down and crawl under the not-so-spacious desk.

The space is cramped.

The air was filled with the scent of Su Feiyan's body, mixed with a...

All that remained in Lu Li's vision were those legs so close to his.

Flesh-colored stockings encased her delicate arches, and on her feet were a pair of pointed nude high heels.

The heels are slightly off the ground.

It swayed gently due to the vibrations from the aircraft engine.

Lu Li reached out to grab the pen.

Sudden.

The plane encountered a strong turbulence and shook.

"Thump!"

Lu Li lost his balance and fell forward.

My face collided solidly with something warm.

It's not a table leg.

It's a leg.

The texture is amazing.

slip.

greasy.

The skin on her cheek rubbed against the texture of the stockings, making a very slight "rustling" sound.

"Well……"

Above the head.

A muffled groan, barely suppressed, escaped from the air.