"What long legs! Ah, no, what a long chest, ah, that's not right either..." Zhang Menglong was absolutely convinced he was a gentleman; it wasn't that he insisted on looking, but that he genuinely had no way to avoid seeing.
"Mr. Zhang, let me serve you tonight." Lee Ji-eun still didn't look up; mustering all her courage to come to Zhang Menglong's room alone that evening was almost too much for her.
"Are the people of Qingqiu Country always so bold?" Zhang Menglong gradually calmed down, figuring he could guess what was on Lee Ji-eun's mind.
If she became his woman, vile elements in the entertainment industry or political willpower would no longer be able to impose themselves upon Lee Ji-eun. Anyone who harbored ill intentions towards her would have to consider whether they could afford to provoke Zhang Menglong.
