Yan Qingsi knew that she was just like an ant to him. All she did was make a false show of bravado.
Be that as it may, she was adamant about giving Yue Tingfeng a hard time.
Why must she let herself be degraded by him?
A shredding sound was heard—Yan Qingsi's skirt was torn in half.
Yue Tingfeng glared at her with his chilly eyes. "I'm sorry, my hands slipped."
Only a bra and panties covered her entire body. She lay on the bed like a meek little lamb.
Yan Qingsi's face remained indifferent. "Oh, no problem. Mr. Yue's a rich man anyway. Just compensate for its full price. Don't you think about reneging on your debt, Mr. Yue."
Yue Tingfeng ignored her and was completely transfixed on admiring her body. He could not resist himself from thinking that her body was completely perfect. Her lushness was just right, and she was full in all the right places while being lean in other areas. Her slender waist fits perfectly in his hand.
