Mo Shiqian would never agree to accompany a woman just for ten billion, let alone when that woman was her.
She was being held by the waist, sitting on his lap, as close as they could possibly be. His refreshing scent surrounded her, but the parts where their bodies touched were firm and warm.
Mo Shiqian lowered his head, his long fingers tilting up her chin with a lazy tone in his voice that was cool and detached. He half-smiled, half-mocked, "Why isn't that a reason? I don't have to give anything in return, and you don't even demand love-making. There is no easier money than this."
Chi Huan looked into his eyes, her voice almost stubborn, "I know it's not."
"Oh?" His tone was indifferent, "Then what do you think it is because of?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."
"That's the reason, there are no more 'whys'."
