C358 Supervisor Gong Yuliang

Stepping out of the men's restroom, the woman flaunted her light blonde, shoulder-length curls. Her charming, melon-seed face was a picture of seduction, matched by her stunning figure—a vision of loveliness. In a fluster, she fussed over her skirt, her eyes darting to the empty corridor entrance, dreading the possibility of being caught in such a compromising location