Ye Shu's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at him.
"Mr. Sheng is really interesting. You won't help me, and you won't even let me, the nominal Mrs. Sheng, find my own way?"
Her voice was soft and glutinous, clearly annoyed with him, but no trace of anger could be heard. Instead, it was imbued with a tempting allure that made people restless.
Sheng Shaochen furrowed his brows and forcefully lifted her chin to kiss her.
Her neatly trimmed nails scraped from his neck, across his muscular chest, blossoming trails of blood.
It was a shocking sight!
The slight pain made Sheng Shaochen stop his movements, his deep blue eyes flaring with anger, his voice hoarser than before, "Ye Shu, in your eyes, as long as there's a profit to be made, anyone will do?"
Ye Shu felt a pang of pain at his accurate strike.
A flicker of hurt crossed her eyes. She reached for the cigarettes and lighter placed on the low mobile cabinet by the shore.
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