The man's deep black eyes swept over her body with abandon, "Is this your purpose?"
"What if I said I had other motives?"
Fu Rongyin pinched the bridge of his nose, "Chi Yue, you know I can't possibly marry you."
"I know." Chi Yue sat down beside him, her long legs fully exposed due to the shortness of her towel.
"Mr. Fu, I believe that even if you don't divorce, you can retrieve my possessions for me. Can you help me just this once?"
Fu Rongyin's gaze drifted to her legs.
To be honest, Chi Yue did have a bit of an addictive effect on him, but not to the extent that he would treat her seriously.
"I help you, and you can't offer me any benefits, can you?"
Chi Yue: "What kind of benefits do you want?"
"What can you give me?"
"My all."
...
Everything seemed so natural, yet at the last moment, Fu Rongyin suddenly backed off.
"It's getting late, you should go to sleep."
Chi Yue tugged the towel down, her lips slightly pursed.
Fu Rongyin had been drinking.
