The streetlights were very bright. The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her. Her facial features were seductive like a sharp knife that stabbed into the man’s heart.
Her eyes were as clear as water, and when she smiled, they were even more colorful, making spring dim and the stars dim. It was unrealistic. The shadows of the trees fell on her, and the woman was like a fairy in the forest, about to leave this world at any time.
Qiao Yanze stared at her as if he had been slapped, and his blood was boiling.
There was a long silence.
Li Yinian saw something in his dazed eyes and felt regret.
This wasn’t what she wanted.
She hoped that the man would let her go, but now, her actions and seduction were no different.
pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m Had that become her instinct?
Li Yinian thought to herself and stopped smiling. “I’m kidding. Don’t take it seriously.”
Her voice became calm, and her gentleness disappeared.
Qiao Yanze seemed to wake up from a magnificent dream, and he saw the woman’s indifferent face.
He suddenly smiled and walked down the stairs.
“Can’t bear to part with me?” He curled his lips, looking more seductive.
“No, I just feel guilty.” Li Yinian sighed. “I seduced you because I treated you as my spoils of war. You’re famous, so I didn’t feel burdened when I left you, but I didn’t expect you to be infatuated with me until now.”
Qiao Yanze’s expression didn’t change. He stroked her face with his burning fingers, as if he wanted to confirm that the woman was real.
“Spoils of war.” He smiled. “Will you sleep with the spoils of war?”
“I will.” She blinked. “Other men would fall for me with just one look, but you’re not an ordinary man, Fourth Young Master. I have to give my body to you.”
The man snorted and grabbed her waist.
Li Yinian couldn’t help feeling uncertain.
“Qiao Yanze, I suggest you stay away from me. You’ll only miss me more and more if you keep this up,” she urged. “It won’t do you any good.”
She tried to sound seductive and superior, but it sounded convincing.
“You can’t escape from me anyway.” The man raised his eyebrows and smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me whether I want to or not.”
Li Yinian bit her lips and felt weak.
Finally, she said, “Qiao Yanze, you’ll regret it.”
…
It was already past midnight when Li Yinian arrived home.
She didn’t turn on the lights and returned to her room in the dark. Just as she opened the door, the lights in the hallway lit up.
She turned around and saw Ye Shengge’s worried face.
“You’re not asleep yet?” Li Yinian said.
Ye Shengge looked at her.
The woman looked tired, but she looked seductive. Her lips were swollen, and there were bright marks on her neck and collar bone.
What had happened was obvious.
Li Yinian didn’t avoid Ye Shengge’s gaze. She smiled and said, “What’s wrong?”
