Luo Yan never expected it to go so smoothly. After all, he was a man standing at the top, while she was just a lowly woman struggling to survive amidst the dust—
"Jiang, Mr. Jiang, are you serious?" Luo Yan's eyes reddened.
Jiang Yixiu's expression was calm, "Of course it's true; I have no reason to lie to you."
The woman suddenly rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly, "Thank you, thank you. I will definitely behave and won't make the same mistake as Sister Qingxin."
—the same mistake as Sister Qingxin.
These words were like a sharp needle stabbing into Jiang Yixiu's heart. He originally had his hands down, but now he lifted them to tightly grip the woman's back with incredible strength.
Luo Yan furrowed her thin brows, "It hurts, it hurts—"
But the man seemed unable to hear her voice, his mind filled only with the image of that seductive face. Just a while ago, that woman had been delighting under him, calling his name over and over.
