Silent, eerily silent.
Just when Mu Anran thought there was no chance, Yu Lingqian suddenly stepped back and let her go.
At that moment, her lips swollen red, tears shimmering in her eyes, her skirt lifted, revealing a pair of long, innocent white legs that could stir any man's desire.
"Deal."
With a slight lift of his thin lips, he casually let out two words and took the lead to turn around, pulling open the restroom door and walking out.
Leaving Mu Anran alone, sitting on the washbasin, her face filled with confusion:
Why did she suddenly feel like she had been tricked?
Something seemed off.
The moment Yu Lingqian descended the stairs, Mu Nancheng swiftly stood up.
The time spent was not too long, but it was enough to keep his heart racing for a while.
He rubbed his hands, looking pleadingly at Yu Lingqian, "Mr. Yu, what were the conditions you mentioned earlier? If I can do it, I will spare no effort."
Behind him, Mu Anran followed out with her face slightly flushed.
