Chen Wanqiu was a woman with undeniable allure.
Her delicate, fair face and perfectly curved body would make it hard for anyone to imagine she was forty years old if she hadn't stated it herself.
To say she was thirty would not raise a single doubt.
Dressed in a black OL outfit, her ample bosom proudly taut against her white blouse, and below, her pert and bountiful rear sketched an enticing arc, paired with shapely legs cloaked in black—not the excessively thin type, but with a plush, sensual appeal.
Upon spotting Li Chen, a momentary flicker of panic crossed her usually undisturbed face but vanished in an instant, leaving her composure restored.
Without a word, she turned and walked into the room.
Her high heels clicked against the floor.
Eyeing the sway of that tantalizing backside from behind, Li Chen felt his mouth go dry, a fire spread through him, and his massive erection sprang to life.
Without any hint of courtesy, he locked the door behind him and followed her in.