210: Proficiency level: 99.9%

Lin Ran paused briefly, a blush instantly spreading across her face, making her look as lovely and tempting as a ripe apple.

She parted her rosy lips and complained sweetly, “Your Majesty~ You're pressing on my hair!”

Shang Wan Ning was startled at first, then quickly responded.

“Oh! I'm truly sorry.”

“I was careless for a moment.” She withdrew the tender hand that had been resting on Chief Assistant Lin's shoulder and smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt hem.

But she still refused to back down verbally, muttering an explanation.

“Don't blame me. After all, this is the first time I've done this kind of thing in the Library Pavilion, so naturally, I'm not very proficient yet!”

Hearing this, Lin Ran couldn't help but roll her eyes and replied irritably.

“Wanling, how can you still have the nerve to say you're not proficient?”

Shang Wan Ning didn't mind. Instead, she leaned closer to Lin Ran's ear and spoke word by word.

“Exactly! I even managed to accidentally press on your hair during the foreplay!”

She deliberately enunciated every word clearly, as if afraid Lin Ran wouldn't hear her.

Shang Wan Ning's rogue-like behavior made Lin Ran's heart flutter wildly, beating like a frightened fawn.

Subconsciously, she furrowed her brow slightly, took an involuntary step forward, and wrapped her arms tightly around Her Majesty the Empress in front of her.

Her soft voice seemed a little hoarse: “Foreplay? What on earth are you thinking, Wanling???”

“Hmm~ The kind of naughty things adult women think about!”

“You improper bad woman.”

“Smack!”

Several gentle yet forceful kisses landed on Chief Assistant Lin's fair neck, searching bit by bit toward the soft flesh behind her nape.

Licking, nipping, caressing... “Phew~ Can we teleport to the office bathroom, Wanling...” Lin Ran closed her eyes, enduring anxiously.

“Isn't it good here?”

“No way, I'd die of embarrassment! 〃∀〃”

“Alright~ Alright~ Alright~”

...Shang Wan Ning aggressively lifted her long, beautiful leg and kicked hard.

With a muffled “bang,” the bathroom door was violently kicked open. Holding Chief Assistant Lin, who was as soft and pliable as a sticky rice dumpling, she strode into the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, Shang Wan Ning extended her right hand and lightly pressed the Bath Heater switch.

Instantly, soft and gentle lights illuminated, and warm water simultaneously cascaded from the showerhead, washing over their exposed, delicate bodies.

Water droplets slid down their snow-white skin... like glistening, transparent pearls.

Lin Ran, held in Shang Wan Ning's embrace, comfortably enjoyed the impact of the water flow.

“Mmm~”

She couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment, and playfully wiggled her calves a few times.

Seeing this, Shang Wan Ning extended her slender, fair hand and massaged Lin Ran's lower abdomen, which was slightly sore from “exertion.”

At this moment, Lin Ran slightly narrowed her moist eyes, completely immersed in a state of slight intoxication.

“So comfortable~”

Suddenly, as if gathering her courage, Lin Ran propped one elbow against the smooth wall of the shower stall.

Her other hand slowly reached downward along the flowing water, accurately grasping Shang Wan Ning's restless and fiery palm.

“Empress~ Your Majesty~ Uh ah!”

Lin Ran parted her rosy lips and called out sweetly.

“Let me do it, okay?”

Shang Wan Ning's body trembled involuntarily, and her already charming and seductive eyes gained an added layer of haziness and allure.

“ARan, you are playing with fire.”

Shang Wan Ning said softly, but there was no hint of blame in her tone, only a trace of indulgence and acquiescence.

And so, she stood quietly in place, allowing Lin Ran's small hand to do as it pleased.

Having received Her Majesty the Empress's permission, Lin Ran couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Her boldness grew... her actions became increasingly unrestrained... Two hours later, Lin Ran flexed her fingertips. She leaned against the wall with her right hand, breathing softly, calming the pleasure that followed desire.

She dared not look at Shang Wan Ning.

Because every time the image of what she had just done flashed through her mind, a deep sense of guilt, like blasphemy against a deity, would surge up in her heart.

Driven by this guilty and uneasy feeling, Lin Ran frantically yet quickly cleaned up the so-called “crime scene.”

Afraid of leaving behind any trace that might be discovered.

After everything was neatly tidied up, she quickly changed into a brand new, clean bathrobe, and then, like a startled rabbit, quietly slipped out of the bathroom.

Shang Wan Ning watched Chief Assistant Lin's stealthy exit and pursed her lips. She held a dry bath towel in her hand, perfectly covering her half-naked body, which invited endless fantasies.

If one didn't look closely, it would be hard to tell what kind of intense intimacy had taken place here just a short while ago.

Except for the faint, somewhat abnormal blush that still hadn't faded from her face.

There were almost no other traces to prove the passionate intensity she had just experienced.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Lin Ran's heart was still pounding wildly like an unbridled horse.

She leaned against the office desk, panting heavily, trying to stabilize her energy center as quickly as possible through this method.

“Chief Assistant Lin!!!”

Lin Ran jumped in surprise and turned around.

She was startled to find Ling Qi standing right at the doorway, a hint of mockery glinting in her eyes.

“Chief Assistant Lin, are you alright?”

“Why is your face so... red?”

Ling Qi spoke softly, her tone sounding very concerned, but the implied teasing was hard to conceal.

Lin Ran trembled all over and stammered her reply.

“N-nothing, I just feel a little hot, that's all.”

As she spoke, her gaze darted around, completely avoiding eye contact with Ling Qi.

“Oh? Really?”

“Of course!!! Don't tell me the Secretary-General deliberately came here to 'catch us in the act'?”

Lin Ran feigned composure, deliberately using a half-joking tone, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere.

“Of course not!”

“I just came to report the mission progress to Her Majesty.”

Ling Qi shook her head, a knowing smile appearing on her face. She then removed the gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose.

“ARan, where are my undergarments?”

Just then, Shang Wan Ning walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Seeing Lin Ran's caught-in-the-act expression, her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

[Ah, this...]

She slowly walked toward Lin Ran, ignoring the Secretary-General's gossiping gaze, and pinched Lin Ran's fingertip.

“Where are the clothes?” Shang Wan Ning's voice was soft and alluring.

The tone of the question was calm, yet the meaning contained within it made people's imaginations run wild.

Lin Ran hung her head, her pupils flickering erratically.

She fidgeted with the corner of her clothes, appearing somewhat flustered and uneasy.

"Your Majesty... the Secretary-General is still here! Let's go back to the Netherworld first, and I promise I'll return the clothes to you then!"

Lin Ran's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Shang Wan Ning extended a slender, jade-like finger and poked Lin Ran's full, soft bosom.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, approached Lin Ran's ear, and whispered softly.

"You weren't this shy just now. Why are you pretending to be innocent all of a sudden?"

Shang Wan Ning blew a puff of warm air towards Lin Ran's nose.