บท 347: Fourth World: Yoga Class For Qie Ranzhe's Baby

Qie Ranzhe felt his entire being run out of patients so he said, "Miss Zhao, I highly suggest you get the fuck out of my office or would you prefer I call security?"

Zhao Huangzhi reached for her shoulder and pulled down her off-shoulder dress exposing her bustline and smooth pale skin. It seemed normal methods weren't working so out of desperation she resorted to seducing him. "I promise the taste of a woman is much more than that of a man. Try it out with me, just this once and I promise you I won't disappoint," she said lowering her dress even further but before it reached the back of her bra she was suddenly splashed with a hot cup of coffee. It wasn't scorching hot but it was hot enough to redden her exposed collarbone.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" screamed the coffee drenched Zhao Huangzhi, " Ran-ge, he..."