Mo Siluo rotated his wrist, lowered his eyes to glance at the time, and then coldly reminded, "You have thirty seconds."
As if counting down the time, Wen Wan finally spoke at the last moment, "Can we... change the location?"
"Right here, strip!" Mo Siluo's expression did not seem like he was joking.
Wen Wan's teeth tightly bit her lower lip, her hands clenched into fists, her slightly trembling eyelashes seeming to prove the intense conflict within her. Eventually, between accepting humiliation and preserving dignity, she closed her eyes and chose the former. Because the former only sacrificed herself, whereas the latter would sacrifice many others.
Wen Wan's fingers trembled as she reached for the neckline of her blouse, unbuttoning it one by one, and then undressed...
The man behind the desk casually leaned back in his chair, leisurely pulled out a cigarette from the pack, placed it between his lips, struck the lighter, and lit it.
