"I know the majority of it is just an act."
Gong Siyu seemed to know what Jing Che was thinking, and she had no fear of Jing Che, who was now leaning against the wall like a weak shrimp.
Looking from above, she gazed down at Jing Che with a condescending perspective. It was as if this man had been conquered by her.
"I would never be cheap enough to sleep with you. If a man has no place for me in his heart, what's the point of forcing myself on him? I'd gain nothing and only lose out."
"What do you want?" Jing Che's face appeared exceptionally pale, and even speaking was an effort for him.
The drug's effect was getting stronger, making it particularly draining and strenuous for him to hold on.
Gong Siyu smirked, "I only need others to believe I slept with you."
Saying this, Gong Siyu slowly squatted down in front of Jing Che, reaching out with her nail-polished hand to pull at Jing Che's suit jacket and rumpled shirt.
"..." Jing Che's expression froze upon hearing this.
