Jing Yiran may have been hurt and his appearance may have looked unkempt but he was still extremely good-looking.
He smirked. Even lying on a hospital sick bed, in a baggy hospital gown, he looked so tempting that Shangguan Rouxue's heart skipped a beat.
"Whether or not I am interested depends on how you intend to pay me and how tempting the payment is. I have fooled around with all kinds of women, except pregnant women. So what do you can think about collaborating with me in bed?"
Shangguan Rouxue's face flushed with colour. There was an awkward silence but she let the moment pass. There was more than one way to tackle this guy without offending him. "You are funny, Second Master of Family Jing. I suppose that Shangguan Ning is much more interesting than me."
For some reason, Jing Yiran's heart throbbed faster, hearing this name.
