"Who are you people? Please, I'm begging you, let me go. I can do anything, I'm good at anything." Qin Cuifen still didn't know Sheng Ning had arrived; she was busy pleading with Daives on the sofa opposite.
She was desperately winking and making suggestive faces, trying to show off her charm and looks, completely ignoring her own size and bloated figure.
Daives was almost sick from her flirting. He set the red wine glass in his hand directly onto the coffee table. Total turn-off; he couldn't drink another sip.
"I really can do it, don't be fooled just because I'm fat now. Once I slim down my figure's great. Big boobs, thin waist, I guarantee I'll drive you crazy. Oh, and I can dance too, I'm talented in all kinds of ways."
Back when she worked the street, it was exactly her dancing skills that kept business pouring in. And she had high standards—if a man was too useless, couldn't satisfy her, she didn't want him.
