Although he had felt it more than once, this slender waist still made him reluctant to let go.
After playing with it for a while, he put on the last trench coat.
Unfortunately, Shu Wei could no longer stand up.
"Now there's no way to take a photo."
Su Huan said regretfully.
Looking around, he laid her flat on the cutting table, stood up, and took a picture with a tablet.
The raven-black hair spread across the table like satin, and except for the slight redness of her face and unfocused eyes, there was nothing unusual about her.
Looking at the dazed beautiful secretary, Su Huan simply sat down.
The latter regained a bit of consciousness.
"Is there nothing you want to say to me?"
Su Huan asked quietly.
How could tactical equipment meant for combat personnel automatically upgrade, and fail to upgrade?
Even though he couldn't understand the hidden information in that system log.
But he could sense Shu Wei's emotional fluctuation.
She was hiding something.
