The first ray of sunlight shone through the gaps of the curtains and into the room. Ling Mu Xue slowly opened her eyes and struggled to move his body, feeling as if his entire body was being crushed and all the bones in his body were about to break apart.
Ye Zichen raised his head to look at the luxurious crystal lamp on the rooftop and was stunned for a moment. Finally, ten million yuan had arrived.
Thinking up to here, he couldn't help but let out a wry smile. His glass—like eyes were shrouded with a layer of sadness.
After recovering some strength, he struggled to get up and moved to the wardrobe. Just as he was about to put on his clothes, the bathroom door opened with a "ka" sound.
The man's chestnut hair was still wet from the bath. The bangs on his forehead were pressed against his full forehead, and a few drops of water slid down his angular face. His handsome face was a mixture of east and west.
His whole body was covered only by a loose white towel tied around his waist.
As he stood there, even if he didn't speak, he would give off a strong sense of oppression, making it difficult for people to even breathe.
The room was silent.
Ling Mu Xue stared at him blankly, her face immediately flushed red, and immediately became flustered.
She was still holding clothes in her hands and was not wearing them yet. Her white, smooth, tender skin and her beautiful body made one's imagination run wild. Especially after that event, her entire body emitted a charming and clear air.
As the man looked at her in such a manner, his sword—like eyebrows slightly knitted together. His deep and dark eyes trembled with light, and his cold and emotionless voice broke the silence in the room.
"What is it? You still want to seduce me? "
Ling Mu Xue trembled, like a biting cold wind had penetrated her heart, she came back to her senses and anxiously put on a pair of pajamas, she turned her head and said calmly: "No!"
The man snorted, his thin lips curled up into a mocking smile, and with a step, he walked to her side. Before Ling Mu Xue could come back to his senses, his body was violently flung onto the bed.
Then, the big and sturdy figure moved forward, both of his hands supporting Ling Mu Xue's ears: "No?" Her hoarse voice was extremely bewitching, and a bloodthirsty smile rose on her thin, icy lips, causing Ling Mu Xue to be terrified at the bottom of her heart. Panic flashed through her black pure eyes, but it still persisted for a few seconds.
"Since you've already made your promise, then you should keep it. I only want 10 million!" His voice was extremely flat, as if he was discussing some business.
Only Ling Mu Xue herself knew how scared she was at the moment. She did not dare to look at Yun Che's current expression, as she tilted her head to the side and began to compose a bedsheet with her hands.
And the moment she finished speaking, there was a brief period of silence, followed by a chill that rose up into the air, followed by a cold snort. It was like a cello being played in the cold wind, pleasant to the ear but extremely cold.
And then a cold voice said sarcastically, "Ten million! Even the young miss of the Imperial Court doesn't have such a price. Ling Mu Xue, you think too highly of yourself.
Ling Mu Xue was startled. She turned her head to look at him, and the corners of her lips curled up into a mocking smile. However, her eyes that were even brighter than black light, seemed to hide an ice sword, and wanted to ruthlessly tear her to shreds.
"You said I could have anything as long as I slept with you!" Her voice was slightly trembling and her beautiful eyes seemed to be strongly holding back something.