"Sorry?" A slight mist welled up in Mu Yin's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it, transforming it into a provocative, cold sneer, "What if I really want to stay here?"
Bo Fengheng lowered his gaze and crushed the cigarette in his hand.
Clearly, he didn't want to engage in conversation with her.
Furious, Mu Yin suddenly stepped barefoot on the snow-white carpet, walked up to him, stared insistently at his strikingly handsome and cold face, and then, in a fit of pique, sat down beside him, "Unless you give me the files, I'm not leaving."
Her slender, evenly-toned legs were thus sprawled out before him.
He knew, underneath, she was wearing nothing...
He had just seen everything underneath, and even with his eyes closed, he could picture it.
This woman really had experience; she knew nothing of shame.
