"Certain scholars usually compare the structure of District 25 to a diarchy. The academic community mostly holds a unified attitude regarding the rationality of this analogy, yet there is tremendous controversy over the ruler other than Jonas."
--Author-酱's notebook.
With the sound of shoe heels stepping on the ground, the graceful and poised white-haired mature woman slowly approached. Even Jonas, who was attempting to play the ostrich, had no choice under the pressure of the beauty before him to raise his head with resignation from Eiffel's massage, and look at Chelsea, who was wearing a malicious smile.
"May I ask if Miss Chelsea has any important matters when visiting at this hour?"
Well-acquainted with the mature woman's habit of never paying a visit without a purpose, Jonas decided to make it quick and clean. The boy did not intend to use any beating-around-the-bush language, and his very first words directly targeted the purpose of the white-haired mature woman's arrival. Yet the hidden sharpness in his words was gently deflected by the mature woman's proper smile. Amidst Eiffel's sharp, food-guarding gaze, Chelsea slowly arrived at the desk, leaning forward to support the surface with her hands.
Even wrapped in a blouse, the generous and proud ** on the white-haired mature woman's chest, which were even fuller and more impressive than Eiffel's, displayed their plumpness and roundness to the absolute limit under the pull of gravity. As Chelsea intentionally leaned her body forward, Jonas's gaze had nowhere to hide, passing through the beauty's deliberately open neckline to catch a glimpse of those fair, soft northern hemispheres. The charming milk globes swelled mischievously as Chelsea quietly squeezed her upper arms inward, the soft and tender pudding-like sensation transforming into a tactile feeling in the mind through the boy's sight, causing Jonas's hands to