C343 What kind of feeling was this

After Xiong Yu left for a while, Song Chuhui's shyness was still as thick as ever. As she sat on the chair, her beautiful face was still as red as the red lights on the road.

"Aiya, Director Song, why is your company so red, did you have a fever?"

"Aiya, Director Song, your body is also a little hot, why didn't you say anything?"

"Aiya, Director Song, no wonder the bedsheets are all wet