After a sentence, Qin Zhiyou paused abruptly.
The room was dark without any lights on. She could only sense him slightly getting up, then came his low laugh, like a ghost, followed by his flamboyant voice: "Satisfied, how could I not be? I'm furiously satisfied. However…"
Even in the darkness, where she couldn't clearly see his expression, his pair of eyes, however, was strikingly bright. Like a hawk in the dark night, sharply focusing on its prey.
"…... It's far from enough!" A single sentence, he murmured lightly in her ear, as if it were coming from afar.
...
Qin Zhiyou didn't even take an extra second to rest; it seemed as if she was something untouchable that he despised spending an additional second with.
Of course, before he left, he was still smiling gently, amiably throwing out a sentence: "Don't worry, you earn money with your own hands, and work for prosperity. I won't owe you your labour payment."
