Lin An's entire body stiffened.
"Tower Master Leng, I don't sell myself."
His voice was filled with righteous indignation, though a trace of barely concealed nervousness lingered beneath it.
"Besides, I'm still a child. I'm still attending intermediate academy."
Leng Yaozhu's finger paused against his collarbone. Rather than withdrawing it at his words, she let out a soft laugh.
"What are you thinking?"
She tilted her head slightly, a thin sheen of light filling her phoenix eyes—languid and dangerous.
"Remember to come tomorrow. You're my personal secretary. Since you signed the contract, you have to come to work. And you'd better reply to my messages properly."
Her fingertip moved up an inch and pressed beneath his chin, forcing him to raise his head and meet her eyes.
"I don't care who intercepted them."
Her voice suddenly turned colder.
"In any case, you must reply to my messages within one minute."
Lin An opened his mouth, but it felt as if a stone were lodged in his throat.
At that moment, Leng Yaozhu finally tore away the shy young maiden's disguise she had worn before.
Her gaze swept over the stack of blueprints and the sealed box on the coffee table, and the corners of her lips curved upward slightly.
"Otherwise—"
She suddenly leaned closer again, her lips brushing lightly against Lin An's ear. Her voice dropped extremely low, and her warm breath swept over the edge of his ear.
"You wouldn't want Yue'er's Battle Armor forging to fail, would you? And you wouldn't want... Yue'er to find out about what happened between us today, would you?"
After saying that, she gently blew into his ear.
Lin An shuddered. His entire body jolted as if electrocuted, and he abruptly staggered a large step back, his back slamming into the sofa with