Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 296, Section 294: Who is providing the service?
"Wait, wait!"

"Let's start with this; we don't need to rush with the shirt."

He Min's hand rested on the edge of the third button.

A gentle breeze wafted by, lifting the hem of her dress, revealing up close a delicate patch of black lace fabric against her chest.

A man's voice rang out in the office, stopping her.

He ordered her to change out of the trousers that symbolized her fashionable and respectable white-collar status.

".Um."

He Min's cheeks were bleeding, but she seemed to care a lot about her boss's order and secretly glanced at him.

Then he lowered his hands and quietly unbuttoned the first button of his trousers.

Complete set.

A set of black lace fabric.

Today, He Min could never have imagined that she would be naked and offering herself up in front of her boss in the office.

But this is exactly the kind of woman Zhou Mingyuan admires most.

She blooms alone in the corner.

Even when you're not being watched, you should wear your most beautiful lingerie.

"continue."

"Oh"

He Min was so embarrassed that she couldn't lift her head. Her whole body was practically radiating heat, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, yet she still didn't stop.

He gritted his teeth and unbuttoned two more buttons on the placket.

A blanket of snow.

Two long, slender, and shapely legs with almost no pores were clearly visible.

Although He Min's height is only average, the light makes her figure appear even more elongated.

Her legs make up almost half of her height, yet even her thighs are so slender.

Starting from her thighs, knees, and calves, he pulled them down, then removed them from her platform shoes, one on each side.

He Min remained obedient, folding her trousers slightly and hanging them on the back of a chair, as if afraid they would get wrinkled or dirty.

At this moment, her upright half of her body exuded a unique kind of sexiness.

Below were two long, snow-white legs, completely naked.

He was still wearing a shirt with the last two buttons undone, hanging in the air and partially obscuring his hips.

It looks like it's covered, but because the buttons at the hem are undone, it's not completely covered.

There was no wind in the office.

But the wind rippled and swayed, blowing into the man's heart.

Zhou Mingyuan gently lifted He Min's chin, and the assistant obediently raised her head, her eyes only slightly narrowed.

……

Emptiness, lethargy, exhaustion, and the shame that rises and falls with the ebb and flow of libido.

……

Should I buy some medicine to take?
Should I try to act cute or affectionate?

Or should I put on some clothes?

No, I should go find a place to take a shower.

Never mind, let me lie down for a while first.

"call"

He Min lay sprawled on the huge sofa in the office, her shoulders heaving, her breathing having long since lost its rhythm.

She was only facing away from the man for a few dozen seconds, but it felt like an eternity had passed, as if she had forgotten the normal biological clock.

The girl seemed to be savoring, recalling, and reviewing the feeling she had just experienced. It was as if she was exerting force, tightening her waist and flexing her thighs, reliving everything that remained.

Reason tried to rise several times, but was suppressed by the overwhelming primal pleasure.

This feeling took a long time to dissipate.

Maybe a few minutes passed, maybe not.

She didn't return to the real world until her shoulders started to feel a little cold and her pores began to shrink.

Her and Zhou Mingyuan's new world.

He Min rubbed her eyes, a sense of bewilderment gradually rising in her heart.

What exactly is going on?
Can I consider myself to be serving the boss?
That joy, from your toes to your fingertips, is truly your own!
But what about Zhou Mingyuan?
Has he really relaxed?
As the smoke cleared, a strong sense of shame and unease enveloped He Min.

She could barely lift her head to look at Zhou Mingyuan.

While her impulsive actions just now were undoubtedly wishful thinking, it seemed that only after actually doing it did she realize that she was, after all, just an inexperienced little girl.

What on earth are you doing?
Don't they have any sense of propriety and dignity that is expected of a girl?

She actually gave away everything without any shame, just for his temporary relaxation and enjoyment?

Or is it that you actually crave this kind of thrill?

After the sweetness and joy, she suddenly felt an extreme fear and unease.

He Min bit her tongue, feeling that she needed to regain some rationality as soon as possible, and try to find something to do to comfort herself and calm her emotions.

So she shakily climbed down from the edge of the sofa.

I was thinking of shyly covering my face, or hiding my upper body, or covering my legs, and quickly finding something to wipe myself so I could put my clothes back on.

But when she couldn't help but look at Zhou Mingyuan, who was equally disheveled and undignified, she subconsciously chuckled.

After all, I did it anyway.

So what if I'm not a reserved girl?
She still gave herself to this man.

Such an outstanding man, such a great physique, such powerful movements, such an unforgettable experience.
Even if I couldn't truly get close to Zhou Mingyuan, as just an encounter in my life, what is there to be dissatisfied about?

He Min patted her cheeks, trying to regain some of her natural gentleness and thoughtfulness. She didn't have time to care about her disheveled appearance. She grabbed a few packs of wet wipes from the box on her desk, and barefoot, she ran over and bent down to wipe and clean the area.

But as she turned around and pulled a wet wipe from her desk, she saw the sticky note on the desk.

That private notepad filled with keywords.

This time, however, it was much clearer, and it even seemed to indicate the address of a private club.

Don't know why.

Just now, she was feeling uneasy about accidentally seeing Zhou Mingyuan's little secret.

But at this moment, she felt as if she had become a different person.

I have a different identity.

She bent over, her knees almost touching the ground, and gently and meticulously cleaned herself like a little maid, no longer shy. She first wiped and cleaned Zhou Mingyuan, then changed to a wet wipe and cleaned herself.

Then, in front of Zhou Mingyuan, she picked up the lace fabric that had been folded aside and slipped it onto her legs.

He carefully prepared his tone, asking the question as if it were a casual chat, but also with a playful air.

"Boss~"

Who are you going out to eat with?

"."

Zhou Mingyuan seemed to fall silent.

She was a little scared. She looked up at Zhou Mingyuan, but found that his expression was a bit strange. It didn't seem like she had asked too many questions, but rather that he was a little embarrassed.

"This dinner party"

"Turn around, you'll come with me."

"I might need to have a drink, so please meet me at the door when I come out."

(End of this chapter)