*Knock knock...*At exactly twelve o'clock, Peter Sinclair knocked on the study door and called out, "President, Miss Feng, it's time for lunch.""Okay," Nelson FitzGerald replied, pausing the video on his computer. He then lifted the woman sitting on his lap and stood up, saying, "We'll watch it next time.""Nelson FitzGerald, I have legs. Put me down so I can walk myself," Gabrielle McCarthy struggled to get down.Nelson FitzGerald didn't let her go, carrying her with both hands supporting her buttocks and even giving a light pat on a certain spot, his voice filled with amusement, "It feels pretty good to carry you."Gabrielle McCarthy: "...Nelson FitzGerald, are you asking for another slap?"Last time, she had retaliated several times, describing him as firm, perky, and elastic. Remembering this, he took the opportunity to pat her again, echoing her words, "Firm, perky, and elastic, feels nice.""Bastard!" Gabrielle McCarthy retaliated with a slap.However, Nelson FitzGerald
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