Luo Qiangwei's cheeks paled as she widened her eyes because of the man's unabashedly malicious words, "You..."
"But since I can satisfy you so easily, don't be so greedy. Why bother inviting me to your house and then flirt with other men,"
Mo Shiche said as he reached out to pinch her chin, staring at her flushed little face with a disdainful sneer in his eyes, "If you want it, just say it. I'll take off my clothes to satisfy you now, and once we're done, let go of my fiancée quickly. Don't waste both our time, alright?"
Fiancée.
Hearing this description, Luo Qiangwei couldn't help but feel a shock to her nerves, and she abruptly looked up at him, her voice catching in her throat, "You... It's because Sheng Miao is in my hands, that you kissed me, that you treat me this way... that you are willing... to sleep with me, isn't it?"
Without any hesitation, Mo Shiche's handsome face was the epitome of indifference, "Otherwise, what do you think it is."
