Until he finished tying his tie, the man didn't speak. Gu Jiayin felt a little awkward and, upon raising her eyes, collided with the man's deep, dark eyes, as if he had seen right through her thoughts. She suddenly felt terribly embarrassed.
But she quickly adjusted to show a bright smile, "You don't like me accompanying you?"
Sheng Qianchi still didn't speak, only chuckled lowly. This woman was always stingy with smiles and tenderness towards him, even just a little. Tonight, she wanted to use him, so she was proactively charming—truly a rare sight.
He suddenly leaned forward, pinned her against the dressing mirror, his lips almost touching hers, and audaciously sprayed his hot breath and kisses onto her face, "So eager, just to be my companion?"
Gu Jiayin wanted to avoid him, but there was no retreat, so she entangled her breath with his, "You don't want to take me?"
