C191 The Case of the Year

However, Meng Faangyi pressed all the weight of her body on Peng Fucheng's thigh, making the two of them even more tightly together. Even the slightest movement of Peng Fucheng's breathing was able to stimulate Meng Faangyi's sensitivity.

In the eyes of outsiders, Peng Fucheng was expressionless, as usual. There were no wrinkles on his suit jacket, and he was just sitting at his desk