Facing Chi Yao's aged hand, Ai Jiang felt nauseous, but she managed to sob quietly, biting her lower lip timidly while climbing into his arms. She tested his reactions, and when she saw no signs of him pushing her away, she let herself relax as she nestled into his body. "Boss Chi, you have no idea, I've been thinking about you every day..." she whispered.
"Oh really? How much? Show me..." Chi Yao responded.
Soon the room fell silent. Chi Yao, feeling utterly satisfied, patted her cheek gently and spoke with a sense of accomplishment, "I have a meeting with a client here later. Clean yourself up and leave, come find me tonight."
Ai Jiang nodded shyly, gave Chi Yao a peck and picked up her clothes before leaving. As soon as she left the club, she hailed a cab and rushed home, heading straight to the bathroom to fervently scrub herself clean without even changing her slippers.