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Chapter 547: Recording

Chapter 547: Recording

Qin Muran knocked on the door and heard Xi Yaohua’s voice, "Enter."

Qin Muran went in and saw Xi Yaohua focused hard at work behind his desk, dressed smartly and appropriately. No slips or differences could be seen on Xi Yaohua.

One could never have thought that just half an hour ago, there was another woman sitting on his lap, who was about to do indescribable things with him. At that time, Xi Yaohua’s clothes had also been messed up, his shirt had been unbuttoned to the stomach. But right now, he looked like a total gentleman again.

At this time, Xi Yaohua raised his head and saw Qin Muran. He said, "You’re here. Give me a moment, I’m about done."

As if he was really busy, he bent his head once more to deal with lord-knows-what business.

Qin Muran put on an understanding, good-girl front and sat on the sofa at the side.

Xi Yaohua’s eyes flashed. The place where Qin Muran was sitting...

He sneered in his heart; the place was the same where he and the woman were about to do the deed. Though Qin Muran interrupted them and they hadn’t started, they had been well on their way. And now that Qin Muran was sitting there, dark and dirty thoughts stirred up in Xi Yaohua’s mind.

Xi Yaohua thus put down the documents in his hands and walked towards Qin Muran. He was aroused by the previous woman just now, and seeing Qin Muran sitting there, he could not help but fantasize. The flames of desire he had put out with much difficulty flared up again. And Qin Muran was here for the taking. How great!

"Brother Hua, you’re done?" Qin Muran lifted her head in delight only to see Xi Yaohua walking over. She knew what was going on in his mind upon seeing the expression on his face.

Every time Xi Yaohua had the interest of making love to her, he looked like this.

Qin Muran felt her mouth go dry; she hadn’t had this feeling with Xi Yaohua for a long time. Though both of them did sleep together recently, she felt that Xi Yaohua was not fully immersed, not as engaged as in the beginning. Xi Yaohua treated her flippantly, as if he was completing an assignment. There was a distinct lack of passion.

But her feelings for Xi Yaohua had never faded. It got even stronger with time. As such, she felt anxious when she sensed the changes in Xi Yaohua. Who knew that the feelings would come back at this time?

Xi Yaohua’s face was filled with lust. It was clear that he wanted her badly. Qin Muran heaved a sigh of relief. She had let her imagination run wild. Based on how Xi Yaohua was looking at her like he couldn’t wait to devour her, he was still obviously in love with her.

Qin Muran’s face flushed red, her body heating up, "Brother Hua..."

As she spoke, Xi Yaohua grabbed her shoulders and kissed her, then took her hand with one of his to show how aroused he was.

Qin Muran blushed and panted, "This... this is your office, the people outside will hear."

Xi Yaohua’s office did not have good sound insulation. The previous times Qin Muran came, the open office would ring with laughter during breaks every time the workers grew slightly louder, and she could hear them clearly inside.

Xi Yaohua’s eyes flashed, his smile growing bigger, "But I can’t bear it anymore. I haven’t seen you for a few days. Give it to me, Muran."

Qin Muran was cajoled by Xi Yaohua and lost her wits in a daze, only feeling that Xi Yaohua liked her so much. Slowly, she consented to Xi Yaohua.

Xi Yaohua smirked and pushed her onto the sofa. He flipped her into many different positions—on her back, kneeling, or on him. Thinking back to the incomplete portion of the deed with the woman on the sofa, he got more excited.

Qin Muran could not stop the sounds escaping from her, much less control her volume. She had lost all her senses now, having long forgotten that she was in Xi Yaohua’s office and that the sound-insulation was poor.

Her moans caused by Xi Yaohua were all carried out into the office. The male employees in the office got uncomfortable. Qin Muran was beautiful. She also had an attractive body. She did own a beauty worthy of a celebrity, and those artificial beauties were no match.

Her voice was good too. The sounds drifting out went straight into their bones. Just a mere wall separating them, their boss enjoying a beauty inside while they were stuck outside listening, agitated and thirsty, but unable to see nor touch.

The male workers were all on the edge and wished desperately to go to the restroom to seek release. All of them took out their phones and recorded Qin Muran’s voice secretly.

It wasn’t that they hated Qin Muran despite their constant mockery behind her back. That was only because Qin Muran was being played the fool by Xi Yaohua, totally having no idea that Xi Yaohua had countless women other than her and still feeling good about herself and looking down on them.

Their current actions had no conflict with their past discussions about her. Though they could not really do anything to Qin Muran, they surely could fantasize, couldn’t they? By now, a few of the male employees had the same idea to record Qin Muran’s voice so that they could listen to it as they find release at home.

A female colleague saw their actions and asked disdainfully, "What are you all gonna do with the recording?"

"Exactly like you are thinking," a male colleague replied without a hint of modesty.

Perhaps they were affected by the sounds Qin Muran was producing—the male colleagues gradually displayed lecherous expressions, which disgusted their female coworkers.

Among them was a young lady called Hu Ling. She actually had a crush on a young lad sharing the office and often found excuses to interact with him. But now, she saw that the guy was secretly recording Qin Muran’s voice as well.

Hu Ling’s face froze in anger. She gritted her teeth as the sounds Qin Muran was shamelessly making kept drifting out. Moreover, her volume was getting louder and becoming increasingly wanton. It sounded as if she was crying but not—that feminine moans which would accelerate any man’s hearts but women would hate to hear.

Hu Ling thought about it and secretly used her phone to record Qin Muran’s voice. Obviously, it was not for her to listen to at home. Since Qin Muran was so cheap, not caring that her shameless sounds were being heard by so many people, she surely wouldn’t mind having even more listeners.

As she was recording, she suddenly heard Qin Muran scream Xi Yaohua’s name, along the lines of how he was so impressive and such. It was as if she was flattering him to satisfy his ego. Because how many men were truly that great?

She just never thought that she could be so lucky as to record Qin Muran’s speaking voice. It would make it more believable like this when it was uploaded to the Internet.

After a long time, the war inside the room finally ended. Since Hu Ling wanted to publicize it for Qin Muran, she had to be fully prepared. She purposely looked at the time and wrote it down.

When Qin Muran came, she’d also noted the time. Qin Muran entered Xi Yaohua’s office and before long, Qin Muran started making those noises, so she could guess the approximate time they started. She meticulously wrote them down in her phone’s Note app.

Xi Yaohua got up. He had only unbuckled his belt during the whole process. His shirt fell out of his pants, and Xi Yaohua gracefully tucked it back in as he adjusted his clothes.

Qin Muran was still immersed in the sensation, not knowing what she had done. She was currently naked on the sofa and soft as a noodle, a stark contrast to Xi Yaohua’s fully clothed appearance. It made her lack of self-respect even more apparent while Xi Yaohua looked like he was insulting Qin Muran.

But Qin Muran failed to notice all of this. Her eyes were still half-closed and unfocused, her brain empty. Even if she seemed to be looking at Xi Yaohua, in actual fact, her eyes were seeing nothing. As such, she missed the ridicule in Xi Yaohua’s eyes when he glanced at her. It was completely different from the intensity when he was sweating and actively working away on her.

The Xi Yaohua right now organized himself, glancing at Qin Muran coolly. There was no joy or remembrance from doing the deed; there was only boredom. He looked at Qin Muran as if she was just a tool who threw herself at him and which he used for release. As for Qin Muran, he had no feelings for her.

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