She had a teasing demeanor, like a female rascal.
To deal with a rascal, naturally you have to use a rascal's way.
The man slightly curled his lips: "Without talking about anything else, I think Miss Song is quite pretty. How about we contribute to the future generations of the country together?"
"Are you that concerned about me? Then to prevent my child from staying on paper..."
His peach blossom eyes carried a smile, like aged wine, intoxicating the soul. His tone was amorous and suggestive: "Does Miss Song want to provide a home for the child?"
Song Yi's heart skipped a beat at his tone, like a serene lake suddenly stirred into turbulence, rippling, unable to calm for a long time.
She was, after all, a woman who made waves in the entertainment industry, able to take down white lotuses and lead big stars. What dirty talk hadn't she heard at entertainment industry parties?
Could she really fall in front of this mere man?
