The space inside the car was limited; his exquisitely carved nose just brushed against her delicate cheek, and he didn't find it impolite at all. He continued to inch closer, his deep, dark eyes firmly on her, his breath rendering her immobile.
"Haven't you seen me drink on the yacht? Your service last time was very good. Continue this time."
The man's tone was unabashed, even somewhat ruffianly domineering.
As his warm breath almost made her consciousness crumble, the scent of the little woman also spread to his nose.
Her fragrance bewitched the man, and he longed for it.
It must be said, although he didn't like this woman at times, today's Jiayi truly stunned him.
White, what a pure color.
On a woman who behaved improperly and had a child out of wedlock in her teens, the irony was profound.
However, no matter how ironic, it cannot be denied that no woman could wear a white dress more innocently and purely than she did.
