Li Sicheng tightened his grip on her hand. Gazing at her coldly, he asked, "What is this supposed to mean?"
Su Qianci's hand was caught by him, and her chin squeezed. Looking up, she saw his incredibly cold eyes. There seemed to be a storm going on in them, almost swallowing her. Her heart shuddered. She looked at him and continued to lift up her tank top.
Li Sicheng yanked her up and gritted her teeth, barking, "What is this supposed to mean?"
She thought he came here just to sleep with her? Leaning against the cold wall, she shuddered. Facing the incoming storm that was going to break her, she sneered reluctantly, and said with contempt, "Why are you still pretending? Your mistress cannot satisfy you, and that is why you're here to look for me. Isn't that right?"
Your mistress?
