She knew very well how half-hearted she was, yet she deliberately displayed this indifference to him.
"I just suddenly wanted to seduce you, so I came back. After all, you've always been the man who comes at my beck and call. You're rich and powerful, very useful. No matter from which angle I look at it, letting you go to another woman would be such a loss. I might as well steal you back."
Chu Yao tugged at the button on his chest, pulling it toward herself. Mo Tingshen cooperated by lowering his head, and she lifted her head to give him a kiss.
"Isn't it okay?"
"Okay."
Mo Tingshen laughed bitterly; damn, he was just her lapdog.
They had shredded how many fig leaves over the years. She was just accustomed to playing with him, gave him a taste of sweetness and would immediately turn cold. He was always caught in between gains and losses, never able to put on a front, afraid of being too aggressive and losing interest, so she might really slip away from him.
