President Wu’s full name is Wu Huilan. She could definitely be called a workaholic; otherwise, she wouldn’t have climbed to such heights in such a short time.
I also found out that this woman is extremely passionate about fitness. She often lingers in different gyms, especially the one downstairs from the beauty salon.
So, over the next few days, I frequently made rounds at that gym. I pretended to go exercise, but in truth, it was just so I could get closer to Wu Huilan.
With my frequent visits, I actually ran into her a few times, but I never got the chance to talk to her.
Until tonight, as soon as I walked into the gym, I saw that Wu Huilan was already there.
Glancing around, I noticed that the gym was completely deserted with just the two of us inside.
"Hey, you’re from our beauty salon, right? What’s your name again?"
"Can you...can you go to the supermarket and buy me a pack of sanitary pads? And some panties—any style will do."
Wu Huilan suddenly called me over. At the time, she was still wearing yoga wear, with a simple tank top on top. Her exquisite figure was perfectly accentuated.
Wu Huilan was really tall—easily about 175 cm. Those long legs of hers were particularly attention-grabbing.
And her cold, glamorous face, with that air of arrogance in her eyes, was mesmerizing. She looked just like a lofty queen.
Honestly, when confronted with her, the average man couldn’t help but feel a bit inferior.
At that moment, I noticed she was standing still, her legs tightly pressed together, her pretty face slightly flushed, brows lightly furrowed as if she was feeling uncomfortable.
Was it...that time of the month? Did she leak?
I silently speculated, my eyes roaming over her.
I could clearly see the outline of her panties under those thin yoga pants. That holy land, faintly bulging, was like a perfectly shaped bun.
Even just looking at the silhouette, I couldn’t help but imagine how luscious it must be.
My mind wavered, and I couldn’t stop the flutter in my heart.
This woman’s figure was already incredible, and with her regular workouts, her shape was absolutely flawless. Coupled with the yoga outfit, she became utterly irresistible.
I stared hard at that area between her legs and swallowed audibly.
But I was also worried that "something" of mine might react, which would be too embarrassing, so I quickly shifted my gaze.
Perhaps noticing the strange look in my eyes, Wu Huilan’s face became even redder, as though she was feeling awkward.
But she didn’t scold me. Instead, she instinctively reached out her hand to cover that area.
Her long, slender legs pressed tightly together, as if she was terrified I’d notice any hint of liquid seeping through.
"President Wu, what style do you need?" I asked softly.
"Any—any kind. It doesn’t matter, just hurry up," she stammered.
Wu Huilan continued to shield her lower body, her entire frame tensed up and visibly flustered, as if trying her best to endure something.
By now, her face was flushed all the way down to her neck. Her eyes darted around, refusing to meet mine.
Without saying anything more, I quickly went to the supermarket to buy her the pads.
But when it came to buying the panties, I couldn’t help feeling a degree of embarrassment.
When I returned to the gym, I looked around for her but realized she had already slipped into the restroom. The sound of rushing water indicated she was in the middle of a shower.
Not wanting to barge in, I stood outside and shouted, "President Wu, I’ve brought the items!"
Upon hearing my voice, the water finally stopped.
"Uh...can you wash the panties for me, just briefly? And if possible, dry them off too."
"Thanks a lot, Xu Tian," Wu Huilan said awkwardly.
Hearing this, I froze for a moment.
She actually knew my name?
But the real problem was—having a grown man wash a woman’s underwear? That was just too awkward.
"I...I kind of have a thing about cleanliness. If they’re not washed, I’ll feel very uncomfortable wearing them," Wu Huilan added, even more embarrassed.
"Alright," I replied reluctantly.
Sighing, I went to the sink, pulled out the lacy panties I had just bought for her, and began washing them.
Behind me, the sound of water in the shower carried on.
I couldn’t help but turn my head, and I barely caught sight of a pair of jade feet peeking out—smooth, white, and tender.
At that moment, she was just standing behind the door panel, her snow-white, alluring body completely bare. She was probably using both hands to lather up those exquisite assets of hers...