C1271 Overtime
Thirteen regiments.
Lin Feng's office.
Zhao Yue, whose face was slightly red, sat on the chair and stared unblinkingly at Lin Feng's face. Her lips were tightly pursed and she did not say a word.
Lin Feng squatted beside Zhao Yue and saw him holding Zhao Yue's left foot. He took off her high heels and then put her foot on his lap to give a light massage