C3 Xanthopanax

The most terrifying thing was that a waitress in the room also saw it. That girl did not laugh and hurriedly ran out.

She frowned deeply, her chest heaving up and down. Her two large peaches were lying there, and her face was completely red. Her face was red to the ears, and her body was stiff and straight.

She knew what was going on between her legs, but she couldn't bring herself to look down.

The wine was still seeping through, and I thought if only she didn't wear a professional skirt, if only she wore pants, if only she could spread her legs.

This professional short skirt formed a flat surface, making it impossible for the cup to fall from between her legs. She had reflexively separated her thighs when the cup fell, but her legs were wrapped by the skirt, making it impossible for her to separate them.

We know it's over, it's all over, I'm scared, my body is trembling, but at this moment, no one dares to say anything, not even knowing what to say, because this situation isn't something an apology can resolve, it's too awkward.

A woman sat between two men, both of whom had seen what had happened between her legs.

It's over, it's really over. We had a good plan, the two men had planned for an entire night to lure this woman to invest in us, but something like this actually happened.

She froze for a full minute, really, it felt like a long minute, her body began to shake, uneasily, uneasily, but she didn't dare to stand up, she was frightened, such a noble woman, such an elegant woman, couldn't allow such an embarrassing thing to happen, but it just happened, and it was just the beginning of dinner …

I continued to stare at her, at her face and at the scene of the accident. She was so pitiful that she looked like she was about to cry.

I turned around and saw the waiter running in with a napkin in his hand, but he was too shocked to come over and say anything. "President Ke, wipe it off, it'll be fine, it'll be fine in a moment."

The situation was still in a deadlock, and no one had ever experienced something like this before, for example, when I accidentally spilled some wine on my lap, but it was mostly men, and they were all drinking a little, and this time the cup was because I was too nervous, and my arm brushed against her skirt, and no one had ever experienced anything like this, and I think it was the Director who had lived for more than forty years, or even more than twenty years of newspaper work, but he had never experienced such an awkward situation.

I'm going to die. I'm as nervous as she is and even more miserable than she is.

Her rosy lips were about to be torn from her white teeth. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and covered her forehead with her hands.

If this were an official woman, perhaps it would be easy to dissolve, perhaps even say, "Oh, no, it's cool!", but she had come back from abroad, after all, how could there be a winery like this, and she was too elegant, too shy, to dissolve.

She had no choice but to run away. She struggled a few times, stood up abruptly, put her bag in front of her skirt, and hurried out. I watched her leave with the director's gaze.

I saw the back of her skirt, not a lot, but the bottom corner, soaked.

Our plan had also gone awry. When the director saw her leave, he collapsed onto the table and let out a long, tearless sigh. "Sigh." He held his head and shook it.

This is the first time I've seen a man in his forties get into this state.

As for me, I just stood there, dumbfounded.