Chance Encounter? (Thanks to "Living in the Illusory Prosperity" for the Silver Alliance patronage)

Under the desk, Xu Qing had curled herself into a ball.

Her palms pressed against the thick wool carpet, her legs bent awkwardly beneath her.

After only a few minutes, her ankles and calves had already begun to ache.

She could only slowly adjust her posture, bending her knees and kneeling down.

Her knees sank into the soft carpet, making her look like a doll forcibly stuffed into a corner.

And for her at that moment, her only view was the narrow gap between the desk's panels.

Light spilled in through it, and she could clearly see a pair of shapely calves wrapped in nude stockings trembling slightly, the lines of the ankles taut. Only after quite a while did they finally plant themselves firmly again, as though their strength had given out.

Above her, the sound of kissing finally stopped.

Xu Qing closed her eyes and prayed frantically in her heart.

Please leave already.

Please, go to the lounge next door.

Or just go back to the hotel room!

Little Song, if you have even a shred of conscience left, hurry up and find an excuse to talk her into leaving!

However, two adult men and women who had not seen each other for a long time and had long since crossed the final line were clearly not so easily separated.

Ouyang Xuanyue took a deep breath and tried to restore calm to her voice. "Sir, why does it feel like you're so..."

"So what?" Tang Song asked quietly.

"...So worked up." Her tone carried the restrained coquettishness and teasing unique to a mature woman.

Tang Song's heart skipped slightly, and he instinctively glanced beneath the desk.

The real reason, of course, was that Silly Qing had been pulling some shameless stunt earlier and had gotten caught red-handed by