Jian Anning was touched by him, and her entire body suddenly stood on end, pores and all! His fingers, unlike hers, had slightly thickened fingertips from playing the piano for long periods. But the tips were slightly cool, and a bit moist, and such a pair of hands were gliding up slowly, up her leg, sliding and sliding—finally touching the edge of her panties!
She trembled violently.
Even though she wore boxer-style panties to prevent exposure, it was just a thin layer of fabric.
At that moment, her entire consciousness and energy were focused on his moving fingers. When she felt his fingertips, moving from the edge to the center’s slight depression, she couldn’t bear it any longer and let out a soft moan.
"Anning, what’s wrong?" Lu Jiayuan, sitting across from her, heard her voice and was immediately puzzled. He was genuinely worried about her health; seeing her flushed and seemingly sick, he abruptly interrupted their conversation to ask.
At this, the entire conference room’s gaze was now on her!
"No, nothing..." She shook her head, feeling almost on the verge of collapse! Yet while she was about to collapse, Yu Zexiao was shamelessly pressing hard on that depressed spot, scaring her nearly enough to cry out!
My God, with so many people watching, could he be any more excessive? What if someone noticed!
"How can there be nothing wrong? You look very unwell," Lu Jiayuan asked with concern, "Is it because of the rain these past days and the filming, have you caught a cold?"
Because of the rain and the continuous filming, several from the crew had already fallen ill. The fear had driven Director Li to instruct the crew to prepare hot ginger tea, which anyone who had been in the rain had to drink to prevent catching a cold.
"No, I’m fine." Jian Anning continued to shake her head. She didn’t respond, but the man beside her, not wanting to let Lu Jiayuan continue to have a good impression of her, immediately said, "Really? But you look very flushed, and your body is so hot, could you be running a fever?"
As he spoke, he even reached out with his other hand to gently touch her forehead, then nodded, confirming, "You definitely have a fever."
Jian Anning was speechless! Could this man please refrain from wriggling his claws up and down while saying these words! Especially since so many people were watching her, watching them! The more people looked on, the more she hid in the shadows , she was simply... about to explode from the extreme stimulation!
And as it turned out, maybe because Yu Zexiao was sitting in the corner, with most of his body hidden by the round table, no one noticed his subtle actions.
At this moment, Jian Anning was in pain yet pleasure, her body shaking desperately from his teasing, yet she couldn’t show any expression on her face, even having to clamp her mouth shut, bite her teeth, and keep from making any embarrassing noises.
Her restrained appearance actually pleased Yu Zexiao. He was a good student after all, skilled with his hands, and he quickly mastered the technique. Holding down her most sensitive spot, he successfully watched her body tremble continuously, her eyes gradually misting over, and she glared fiercely at Yu Zexiao.
Seeing her complexion grow redder and her body slightly shaking, Director Li also said, "Anning, if you are feeling sick, remember to take medicine after this and rest early."