Christopher Bang Chan

You smirked and leaned on his desk, crossing your arms. "You're not old, Chan. You're mature. I'm the one who's too young.

You smile at him and flip your hair, walking over to his desk. "You're only 30, sir. That's not old.

You smile as you finish organizing the papers, walking over to his desk and sitting on it. You cross your legs, your skirt riding up a bit.