The man emerged from the bathroom like a young, nimble leopard—
Li Qiyu lay in bed, reading a book, not yet asleep.
Under the soft light, her skin resembled fine porcelain...
Watching him walk toward the door with cold haughtiness, not giving her so much as a glance.
She laughed, "What's the matter, Mr. Bo, not interested tonight?"
"Let's make a bet. Within ten days, you'll definitely be unable to resist..." Li Qiyu lazily closed the book, her gaze tracing over him.
He was indeed handsome, every muscle a powerful and aesthetically pleasing shape that incited the wild fantasies of young girls.
"If you lose, we divorce. If I lose, I'll obediently lie in bed and bear your children."
Bo Yeyuan's footsteps halted at the doorway, his aura darkening: "I have no interest in goods like you."
"Is that so, you agree then?" Li Qiyu struck a seductively charming pose, "You can't bear to look at me, could it be for fear of losing control and becoming heated?"
