"Mmm~ don’t touch ."
Kong Lingwen moaned softly, her cheeks slightly flushed, the desire she had just quelled showing signs of rekindling.
"Let touch you, it’s the only way to finish quickly."
Yang Cheng panted, his body having been pent up for too long, trembling slightly with excitent.
Kong Lingwen pursed her red lips, ultimately not refusing his touch, but he beca more daring, pulling down her clothes, revealing those two bouncy, white mounds.
His fingers skillfully kneaded her fair, soft breasts, and the pink buds began to bloom quietly under his touch, the intense stimulation causing a fla to ignite within her again.
After another ten minutes, Yang Cheng’s body tensed and then released, his hot essence spilling over Kong Lingwen.
"How could you... how could you let it all out on ? My clothes are dirty now."
Kong Lingwen glared at him angrily, feeling completely enveloped by his intense scent.
"My essence can beautify and refresh the skin, better than any face mask."
"Nonsense, I won’t believe your lies."
Kong Lingwen huffed, pulling out a tissue to wipe the essence from her chest.
"Just try it. If I’m lying, then I’m a dog."
Yang Cheng said with a serious face.
Kong Lingwen was half-convinced, dipped her finger in a bit of the essence and applied it on her face. Her skin was naturally smooth and fair, but because she always considered herself like a man, she rarely took care of it and it was relatively dry.
Yet after applying the essence, that patch of skin instantly beca hydrated and glowing.
"This... is simply miraculous!"
Kong Lingwen was astonished, staring intently at Yang Cheng’s lower region.
"What are you doing? I’m warning you, don’t get any ideas. My essence can’t be mass-produced."
Yang Cheng quickly guessed Kong Lingwen’s thoughts, suspecting she was thinking about how to do business with his essence, wanting to sell it.
His essence was so precious, it shouldn’t be commodified, that would be a waste.
"I was just thinking."
Kong Lingwen smiled awkwardly.
"Thinking is not allowed."
Just as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng’s phone rang.
As soon as he answered, Fang Ling’s voice ca through: "Brother Cen, where are you? You said you’d co see once you were done, why aren’t you here yet!"
Fang Ling’s voice was sowhat resentful; after being worn out by Yang Cheng, she hadn’t seen him all day.
"I’ll go to the factory in a while, wait for in the office."
Yang Cheng had been planning to visit the factory anyway, since mask production couldn’t do without his technique, he went there to help occasionally.
"Okay, I’ll wait for you."
Fang Ling was delighted, her voice sweet and coy.
After hanging up, Kong Lingwen said, "My car is parked nearby, no need to see off, go ahead and get busy."
Saying this, she opened the car door and left gracefully.
"This woman is truly heartless!"
Yang Cheng sighed, started the car, and drove towards the factory.
Kong Lingwen quickly got into her car, her heart pounding, wondering why hearing another woman call Yang Cheng made her feel so uncomfortable.
This feeling was too peculiar, making her feel a bit restless.
...
At this mont, in Chu Xiaoyu’s factory.
Ye Ling’Er, having so free ti, went to chat with familiar employees and helped them with work, finding such days quite pleasant, though she also missed her mother a bit.
When asked over the phone about her current situation, she always said there was nothing much, but still felt uneasy inside.
Just then, she saw Fang Ling leaving hurriedly like a butterfly, joy clearly written all over her face.
The look of a lovesick girl was impossible to conceal, and Ye Ling’Er instantly understood that Yang Cheng must have arrived.
She couldn’t help but recall the scene from that day, Yang Cheng hugging Fang Ling and pressing her hard onto the bed, the bed shaking wildly while Fang Ling moaned in comfort.
She had dread of that scene all night yesterday, only in the dream the leading lady changed from Fang Ling to herself, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, her panties were soaking wet.
The employees were chatting when they noticed Ye Ling’Er suddenly fell silent, her cheeks slightly red, causing them to smile knowingly.
"Xiao Ling Er, do you have a boyfriend?"
Soone asked, and everyone curiously looked at her.
The employees didn’t know Ye Ling’Er’s real identity, thinking she was a relative of Chu Xiaoyu, here to experience life.
"I don’t have one."
Ye Ling’Er said shyly, though her mind kept fixating on Yang Cheng’s face.
"Looks like she’s got soone on her mind."
Soone teased.
"Is it Mr. Yang? I rember it was him who brought you to the factory last ti."
The one speaking was Sisi, an employee who had seen Yang Cheng a few tis. He was young, handso, and talented; who wouldn’t like a man like that?
"No way, stop talking about it."
Ye Ling’Er quickly denied, but her face turned as red as a ripe peach.
At that mont, Fang Ling ca over with Yang Cheng, the two of them chatting and laughing, looking very close.
The employees looked on in surprise, murmuring, "So it turns out Mr. Yang and Fang Ling are a couple, we misunderstood."
"Is everything going well with production lately?"
Yang Cheng asked Fang Ling beside him.
"No problems, everything’s been smooth, just the sales are so fast, production can’t keep up."
Fang Ling replied with a smile, her hand holding onto Yang Cheng’s arm, asserting her claim in front of everyone.
Yang Cheng understood the young girl’s thoughts and didn’t reject her, accompanying her to check the quality of so masks, confirming all was in order before preparing to leave.
He had promised Kong Lingwen to develop a scar removal product, and the Cooling Scar Cream recorded in the To of the Ghost Doctor fit the requirent perfectly, so he wanted to create it soon.
"Brother Cen, you just got here and want to leave, you promised to spend ti with !"
Fang Ling pouted, looking at him with a face full of longing.
"I promised soone else to develop a dicine, and if I don’t buy herbs soon, the Herbal Pavilion will close."
Yang Cheng said helplessly, patting her head.
"Then I’ll go with you."
Fang Ling grew more anxious upon hearing he was going to the Herbal Pavilion, fearing he might et Xiao Yuqi.
Ye Ling’Er, overhearing their conversation, guessed that Fang Ling would undoubtedly go ho with Yang Cheng tonight, expecting a night of intimacy.
Yang Cheng had promised to sleep with her that day, yet he’d been sidetracked by Fang Ling when he went to give a diagnosis.
Ye Ling’Er felt uneasy and decided she had to disrupt Fang Ling’s plans today as well.
"Yang Cheng, wait a mont."
She called out to stop Yang Cheng.
"What’s up?"
Yang Cheng turned his head, looking at her with so confusion.
"I want to discuss sothing with you."
Ye Ling’Er walked over, blinking, and Yang Cheng realized she wanted to talk privately, so he followed her to a corner.
"What is it, go ahead."
Yang Cheng thought she might have grown tired of the factory life. After all, she was a daughter of a wealthy family, and now had to live in an employee dormitory, which surely felt uncomfortable for her.
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