"Why... why are you looking at me like that?"
Su Mo'en felt a wave of panic, associating it with the recent phone call—'not available', 'something urgent',—and now this strange gaze, the more she thought, the more scared she became!
Could it be one of those vixens from some club on the other end of the phone?
Using 'urgent matter' as a pretense to invite the wealthy Qin Chuan out, and then after glancing at her, he muttered 'not available'. Was he implying something about her?
At this thought, both of her jade hands quickly grabbed the bedding, bracing herself as if ready to resist to the death.
What do you think I am?
Even though we are married, there are verbal agreements binding us!
Qin Chuan's expression became weirder and weirder, as if he was viewing her as a exquisite piece of art.
This is it!
This damn man is laughing!
His laughter made her heart tremble!
This is it!
This damn man is getting out of bed!
What should I do?
