His shoes and socks were taken off, revealing his delicate feet. Evan’s hand was firmly holding the arch of the foot, with his knee slightly bent, ostensibly to apply medication.
Continuous warmth flowed from his fingertips to the top of the foot, Evan was very close, his warm breath almost brushing against the ankle. Yan Chuan felt a bit ticklish and instinctively shrank back slightly.
“Don’t move,” Evan said, “I haven’t finished applying the medicine.”
Yan Chuan dared not move after that.
From their brief encounter, it was evident that Evan had a domineering personality, almost self-important.
When he was brought to the large office on the top floor, the assistants outside didn’t even lift their heads, too afraid to glance over, not even showing curiosity about the executive bringing someone up.
This exemplified the high-pressure environment under Evan’s management.
Yan Chuan was just a junior employee, the kind that would go unnoticed if let go, even facing threats from his team leader; how could he dare to oppose his superior?
So he had to obediently follow Evan’s instructions. He sat where Evan told him to and even had his socks removed.
Yan Chuan also found Evan’s every action somewhat strange.
Despite seemingly having a terrible personality, he showed no anger when a clumsy junior staff member dirtied his clothes right after joining the group. Instead, he was enthusiastically treating a nearly nonexistent wound.
Yan Chuan held reservations about this.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, shrinking his knee inward, “No need to apply it, it will go away soon.”
His knees also had a slight pink hue, fair and translucent, and when bent, his calves appeared slender and elongated.
With someone holding his feet, the tops of his feet, hidden from daylight, looked like jade, slightly taut, even his toes were round and pale.
His pant legs were rolled up to his thighs, and due to a bit of shyness, his delicate fingertips made a mess of the pants, only daring to roll them up to just above the knees, hesitating to reveal too much in front of someone else.
Nevertheless, a bit of a slender and elegant line was still visible, with skin as pale and delicate as snow, without a single blemish, reminiscent of creamy pudding on a plate. It was both pink and white, slightly indented where pressure was applied.
Evan’s gaze traveled upwards.
The junior employee’s attire was also rather conservative, a short-sleeved shirt with the elbow buttons properly fastened to the top, revealing only a sliver of his elegant neck.
The shirt appeared worn out, indicating a slightly strained financial situation.
From the very beginning, he had kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the ground, not daring to look people in the eye. His slightly long bangs covered his eyes, and his lips were pressed tight, clearly a very reserved and timid personality.
But…
Evan pulled out a smile as if he had just caught his prey.
If someone were to push aside his slightly long bangs, they would see a beautiful, fair face.
His features were delicately soft, with deep black brows and lashes, his eyes shone like a startled deer, bright and round, carrying a hint of melancholy. His refined nose had a slight upturn with a barely noticeable mole on it.
His lips were full, a subtle rose color, with small lip beads that looked very kissable.
His fitted attire accentuated his slender waist, making it evident that beneath the thin fabric lay a remarkably slender yet resilient body.
Especially those legs, warm and smooth, perfectly shaped, and snow-white, they looked like the kind that would be delightful to hold and caress in one’s hand.
Unbeknownst to many, Evan, the young master of the group and future heir, had a thing for legs.
But by the age of twenty-three or twenty-four, Evan had yet to encounter a pair of legs that truly satisfied him. Coming from a privileged background, he had exceptionally high standards, making him quite picky.
So even though many tried to please him, none had ever caught his eye.
Yet today, Evan had made a significant discovery.
Originally, he had simply intended to notify someone with a document, aiming to quell the chatter of old-fashioned colleagues, but he unexpectedly stumbled upon this delightful surprise in the pantry.
It was a new junior employee he had never seen before, holding a drink while looking down, with a small face and snow-white skin.
Evan had planned to look away after a glance, but those legs quickly captured his attention, almost making his gaze stick to the person.
Slim and straight, with even the knees flushed with a subtle pink, the beauty of those legs was unmistakable beneath the fabric.
So, Evan stood still, waiting for the young employee to walk right into his trap.
And thus, came the current scene, as he openly toyed with the satisfying pair of legs cradled in his palm.
[Uh, why are you staring at Yan Bao’s legs so much, how shameless]
[Leg fetish? His gaze hasn’t strayed from his wife’s legs once.]
[The first “junior” has appeared, seems like a potential candidate. The one from yesterday doesn’t count; his attitude towards his wife was too poor to be considered.]
[Seems like a true leg lover, his wife should wear white and black stockings to fool him! Completely exploit him!]
[Wife’s legs! So white and slender, prprpr! Junior has a discerning eye!]
Evan was definitely thinking along those lines.
However, the junior employee clearly looked terrified of him, his eyelashes quivering slightly, and the ankle held in Evan’s palm trembled as well.
Like a deer trapped by a hunter, caught in a net, wanting to escape but too frightened to move.
He had entered hesitantly, seeming to contemplate running away but held back by Evan’s presence, now pitifully watching as the door closed, being touched by an unfamiliar man.
Poor thing.
“Not good,” Evan stroked the reddened spot on the calf, “Your legs are very beautiful; it would be a shame to leave marks.”
Beautiful legs?
Yan Chuan’s reaction was to shrink his calf even more.
He watched as Evan drew closer, that high nose nearly brushing against his calf.
The handsome face with a sharp demeanor suddenly enlarged, the emerald green eyes full of inscrutable intent.
“What are you doing…”
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and Yan Chuan instinctively leaned back. He lost his balance and fell onto the office desk.
His perspective abruptly flipped, facing the high ceiling, each decoration exuding a cold indifference. Yan Chuan braced himself on his wrist, attempting to sit up, but since his calf was still held, he was limited in movement, fearing he might kick his boss in the face, so he could only struggle slightly.
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