?Reading on mobile phone In fact, Qin Feng still felt a bit regretful. Last time, in the elevator, he had such a great opportunity—yet he only remembered to eat the tofu with the beautiful woman, never taking her hand to explore together. Regarding his excuse of being able to take her pulse, Romane remained relatively calm, raising an eyebrow: "Really? Mr. Qin actually knows how to diagnose patients? Though, it's said that traditional Chinese medicine becomes more refined with age, and pulse diagnosis grows more accurate—how long have you been studying it?" "For several days now." Of course, when lying, he didn't blush or hesitate. If the woman refused to extend her hand, he would resort to even more assertive measures. Romane, though visibly skeptical, still reached out with her right hand, which she had kept folded beneath her: "Then let's try it—only hoping Mr. Qin isn't doing this for some other reason." "What other reason?" Qin's face tightened. Romane said with a thoughtful tone: "To eat my tofu, of course!" Qin, full of conviction, replied: "Impossible! I'm a sincere and honest person." Besides, last time in the elevator, the tofu I was supposed to eat had already been consumed. If I truly had such intentions, would merely touching your hands be enough? Oh, and the injury you inflicted on my vital points last time—still hasn’t healed up to this day.” Roman’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, nearly dripping with color. Strange—her hands bore no calluses, and her five slender fingers were perfectly delicate. For someone who’s proficient with a gun, this was simply impossible. Was she a left-handed person? He pretended to listen attentively to her pulse, then said, “Now the other hand.” Without hesitation, Roman extended her left hand toward him. Just as flawless as her right, it too showed no signs of calluses. Both hands were exquisite, like works of art—pale, smooth, with clear lines, delicate fingers and well-defined knuckles. The nails were clean, free of any stains. Strange—had he perhaps guessed wrong? After observing her so carefully, he now had no choice but to offer an explanation to the lovely manager. "Your little romantic tendencies," he began, making up stories on the spot—after all, hormonal imbalance was a common condition almost every woman experienced. "Also related to your eating habits; you're slightly deficient in nutrition." Women naturally love to look good and never want to gain weight, so they often restrict their diets. A bit of nutritional deficiency serves as a convenient excuse. Clearly, his diagnosis hadn't satisfied Romana; her little mouth had already begun to pout. If she still wanted to listen, he'd try a different approach. Qin, the young magnate, started speaking rapidly: "Moreover, your life line is quite long—indicating a long, healthy life. Your career line isn't very developed... Hmm, your love line is quite unusual. From its direction, you're destined to meet your true soul mate, someone who will balance out your career line." The beautiful manager pulled her hand back, murmuring, "Qin Director, you're so good at both taking your pulse and reading your palm—would you mind taking a look at your face as well?" "To be honest, I've never studied face reading," Qin Feng said plainly, then shifted his tone: "I have studied hand bone analysis, though. Would you like to give it a try, Xiao Luomang?" Luomang: "...” As he left the beautiful manager's office, the relaxed lines of his brow furrowed into concern—was it possible that he had misjudged her entirely? That Luomang had nothing at all to do with the warrior god, Shouluo? In the office, the beautiful manager exhaled deeply, her right hand instinctively resting gently on her chest. With her left hand, she opened the drawer and found a sleek black pistol resting quietly inside. The grip of the pistol was wrapped in a layer of natural rubber, as soft and supple as the silicone used in breast augmentation. Thanks to this protective layer, her hands had never developed calluses. She traced her fingers along the pistol grip, murmuring to herself: "Qin Feng, you truly are a difficult opponent. Of the Four Heavenly Warriors of the Birth Gate, two and a half have already fallen to you. Now you're questioning me—how will I ever win your trust?" "Two and a half, counting the injuries: one each for the Ankylosaurus and the White Wolf, and half for Wu Dong, who suffered a severe injury. After rising from an intern assistant to a full-time Executive Assistant, Fang Fang now has her own office, modest in size and adjacent to the Chairman's office. Qin Feng simply pushed the door open. Fang Fang glanced up at him, then resumed working. "Fang Fang, why don't you take a break?" He smiled warmly, walked over, and reached out with both hands, beginning to sneak them into her clothes. Fang Fang gave him a withering look. "Are you really planning to let me rest?" "Of course!" "Set aside your current tasks and join me for tofu, right?" Fang Fang boldly exposed his scheme, scoffing, "Does that really count as a break? Don't you think you're being a bit ungenerous, Feng?" What generosity is there in front of his own woman? Nothing but a grandson's. One hand gently caressing the smooth, silk-like skin of the beautiful woman, the other smoothly unfastening the back fastening, both hands now pressing firmly onto the peaks. Under the magic of his hands, the two firm peaks began to shift and transform, while the elegant woman struggled to hold back her cries—not out of shyness, but because she knew that once she made a sound, the man behind would only intensify his attentions. Qin Feng leaned down, his warm kisses falling like raindrops upon the woman’s neck. The neck, one of the body’s most sensitive areas, proved too much to bear; she closed her eyes, emitted a soft gasp, and her body tightened in response. The woman had always been particularly sensitive, often reaching climax under Qin’s gentle caresses. "Feng-ge, please… this is the office… oh…" Unaware that Qin, the young man, particularly enjoyed playing romantic games in the office—far more engaging than on the grand bed at home. In his view, as long as it wasn't on the big bed, simply changing positions would bring entirely different sensations. Guided by this mindset, he repeatedly engaged in passionate encounters with the beautiful female CEO in the living room, kitchen, corridor, and even on the balcony. Of course, Mei Hui could never withstand his powerful attacks, and eventually, she'd be carried onto the big bed, where he would continue his relentless assault. Fang, her legs tightly clasped, her intimate area already damp with moisture, felt deeply embarrassed. Yet, a magical hand gently descended, tracing her smooth abdomen before moving toward the crucial spot. The two prominent peaks had now become insufficient to satisfy Qin Dashi's increasingly intense Y-fire; the setbacks he'd previously experienced with Luoman also urgently needed a different form of comfort. "No, what if someone walks in?" Fang opened her eyes wide, pleading. "Don't worry, no one will." "Without hesitation, Qin Dashi lifted her and placed her on the desk, smiling mischievously. "I'd actually love for Huihui to walk in just now—then you'd both end up even, wouldn't you?"