Lin Ye propped a hand on the sofa, leaning in close to her, their faces almost touching, "Baby..."
Zhao Linlin backed away, but he reached out and pulled her back, now their faces were unavoidably pressed together.
Zhao Linlin was dumbfounded, "You, you, you, what do you want?"
As she spoke, her hot breath was all on Lin Ye's face. Lin Ye smiled, a smile full of charm, "I don't want anything, just tell me, if we could get married, would you be willing?"
Zhao Linlin felt she really couldn't resist in the face of such handsomeness.
Like she was under a spell, she nodded almost imperceptibly, "Okay."
"Good girl."
The next moment, her lips were kissed.
Zhao Linlin's mind went blank, and it was a long time before she realized she had sold herself for good looks.
And she sold herself without any hesitation.
...
Zhao Linlin: Ladies, I sold myself, and counted the money while doing it.
