"So, my dear. You won't have any problems with my backing." Ling Qingyu patted Yang Qingyue's shoulder. "I'm no longer the ordinary businesswoman. Maybe, next time in bed, I might sell some information about myself, provided you satisfy me."
Yang Qingyue's eyelids twitched at Ling Qingyu's evil pretentious act. Because the two were conversing side-by-side, Yang Qingyue only noticed now that Ling Qingyu stayed too close to her.
"By the way, you better address me properly. I don't want others gossiping behind my back." Yang Qingyue snorted.
"I don't mind."
"But I mind." Yang Qingyue gritted her teeth.
"Don't worry. They are concentrating on the operation. Nobody had eyes on us." Ling Qingyu hugged Yang Qingyue and slid her palm from the shoulder's position itching downward to the spine and following its trail till the hand reached the pelvis then kneaded inward slightly.
