Su Chen hadn't actually done anything.
He just lay there quietly.
The view from this upward angle really was wonderful, with most of his vision filled.
Especially the pair of full, rounded curves—they were all the more dazzling at such close range and from this particular angle...
Leng Yaozhu seemed to notice Su Chen's gaze, too.
A faint blush rose on her cheeks, but she didn't say anything. She simply continued looking through the files in her hands, as if she hadn't noticed a thing.
Su Chen watched for a while before a powerful wave of drowsiness crept over him.
He simply shifted slightly onto his side, burying his whole face even deeper into Leng Yaozhu's soft, flat stomach.
Leng Yaozhu took excellent care of her figure. Her stomach was firm, but sitting there relaxed, the faint softness of her flesh felt especially warm and tender.
Su Chen's cheek sank into it. It was soft and yielding to the touch.
Leng Yaozhu's unique, delicate fragrance reached his nose.
Her soft thigh made the most comfortable natural pillow, and it felt wonderfully cozy..
Su Chen soon drifted off to sleep.
Leng Yaozhu felt his breathing gradually grow steady and glanced down.
The boy's unguarded sleeping face was right before her. His brow was relaxed, and a glistening thread of drool hung from the corner of his mouth.
"You little rascal..."
Leng Yaozhu reached out and wiped the drool from Su Chen's mouth. Then she wiped her hand and continued dealing with the work in front of her.
Without thinking, though, she moved more gently, afraid she might disturb Su Chen.
Time passed slowly. The only sound in the office was the faint rustle of turning pages.
Leng Yaozhu closed the last file, rubbed her aching neck, and let out a long