Wen Yi's face stiffened for a moment, but then she smiled again, lazily saying, "I might be in need of a man, but I'd rather go without than settle for just anyone. I paid money, but I have no interest in using you."
After she spoke, she walked straight past him.
The man standing behind her stared at her receding figure until it disappeared, his handsome face twisting ever so slightly. His dark eyes were like pools of ink, and the blood flowing through his body gradually heated up, as if even the speed at which it flowed into his heart hastened.
This woman—
Better not have the day when she gets taken by him.
......
By the time Wen Yi finished bathing, applying skincare products, and came out from the bathroom, Mo Shichen was kneeling beside the big bed on the carpet, spreading out a mattress he had moved over from the next bedroom.
She arched an eyebrow, speaking coolly, "You're quite self-aware, aren't you?"
