"People always say the colder a woman seems, the wilder she is beneath the surface; looks like there's some truth to that after all. But, Liu, gorgeous, you're really lowering your standards here. If you're looking for someone with a good body, any of us guys could satisfy you!"
"Haha."
"You!"
Liu Yifei, hearing the obscene language coming from the other side, was livid. She never would have imagined that Li Feng was such a piece of work.
He was nobody.
Intern at Myth Communication, what kind of joke was that?
"What's wrong, am I not right? If you don't believe me, we can go upstairs and book a room to have some fun right now. If I can't make you feel ecstatic, I'll admit defeat, and I'll grant you anything you want."
"Who can blame me for liking beauties who play it cool like you."
As this second-generation rich kid spoke, he even reached out to tease Liu Yifei.
