"..."
"Why do you keep falling over my legs?"
"I've told you, mercy won't be granted until next month."
"..haaa.... haaa..." Mo Yuxin, her breath ragged and her skin flushed, collapsed naked, clutching his legs for support.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei perched on the chair, his presence looming over her, his smile dripping with malice as if he enjoyed her weakness.
"How about this: you dance for me, and I'll cut our agreement to just one day?" Zhang Wei unexpectedly proposed, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
"!!"
Before Mo Yuxin could utter a sound, he silenced her with a single gesture, pressing a finger to her trembling lips. "Shh! I'll still compensate you in full," he murmured, his tone laced with a dangerous promise.
"??" Clarity slowly dawned in Mo Yuxin's eyes. "Y-You would?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of disbelief and desperate hope.
