Nia Mitchell's cheeks were flushed, and she kept complaining about the heat, actually starting to tear at her own clothes.
"Don't move around."
She attended the banquet tonight, wearing a little dress as a gift, which she couldn't take off.
Nia Mitchell struggled desperately, determined to rip her clothes off first.
This tight little dress clung to her body, making her feel unable to dissipate the heat.
It was as if all the warmth was trapped by the dress, making her feel particularly uncomfortable.
She was eager to take it off.
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell mumbled in a daze, her voice soft and sweet, enough to make one's heart flutter.
"Ugh..."
With a hazy vision, she spread her legs and sat directly on the CEO's lap, the two of them face to face.
She looked up and kissed him.
Nia Mitchell anxiously nibbled away, yet she couldn't vent the heat throughout her body.
"Ugh... I'm so uncomfortable..."
