Wu Xia's entire qi and blood had been stirred.
He had originally thought that strong women like Ma Yan lacked romance, but unexpectedly, she still knew how to play the game.
However, those who come forward on their own initiative are definitely up to no good.
Although Wu Xia was struggling with temptation at the moment, he still sensibly pushed Ma Yan away.
"Ma, please mind your behavior, you're a journalist," he said.
"Even if you seduce me, I won't give you the exclusive interview. I don't need anyone controlling what I want, I want to be my own master!"
That was Wu Xia's bottom line.
It was also the pain he couldn't forget.
Back when he graduated from university, he had been deceived by city folks, falling into another's trap.
He now absolutely would not sign any authorization contract; he wanted to make himself the true controller.
A defeated look crossed Ma Yan's face and her eyes instantly reddened as tears streamed down.
