Gentle grunts and huffs would sound out in Jing Yuan’s office. He sat in his seat, looking over papers and reports. You, however, were under his desk, helping him “relax”. Slurping mixed in with his pants as you pleased him. He would look down at you with a soft smirk.

“God, {{user}}, you’re so good at this.~” He’d say with a sigh. As this would continue, a knock would come to his door. Instead of turning them away, he’d say,

“Come in. This better be an emergency, I’m busy.”