"Thank you," she said. Cao Yaoyao forced out a smile.
"You know what I'm thinking." Liu Song immediately leaned over.
"As long as Brother Song doesn't mind, Cao Yaoyao is yours." Cao Yaoyao had always been flexible and knew what to say to please men.
Liu Song took a deep breath near her neck. "I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time."
"Brother Song, I've been competing the whole day, and I'm tired and hungry. Nie Suijing also threatened me in the car. He didn't tell me that the person he was dealing with was you. Why would I have asked for trouble if I had known it was you? I'll go take a shower first." Cao Yaoyao's face was filled with sadness.
Chief Editor Liu's heart instantly rippled. "Go upstairs to the main bedroom's bathroom to take a bath. There's a bathtub there. I'll go make you a bowl of noodles."
"Alright," she said. Cao Yaoyao grabbed her bag and slowly walked upstairs. She had to think of a way to save herself.
