"Cut, you dare say it's not true?" Lin Xuemei gave Li Wenlong an angry look. "It doesn't matter if you say that. Don't think about my bed today."

"Don't mind!" Li Wenlong, hey, laughing, "It's hard to get a chance to be a secretary of the Political and Legal Commission. How can I miss it?"

Speaking, Li Wenlong leaned over and sneaked into Lin Xuemei's chest.

"Be honest, the office!" Lin Xuemei pushed her feet on the ground, and her chair moved back more than a metre to avoid Li Wenlong's second attack with the help of the middle distance.

Eventually, they did something exciting.

"Are you tired?" Lin Xuemei...