Xian Guiying stared at him. "What's wrong?"
"Guiying, when you stand by the French window in that sunlight, your back looks so pretty." Qin Gengxin suddenly said.
The corner of Xian Guiying's mouth twitched. "You better not use your sweet words on me. I am no longer a twenty-year-old girl who is easily deceived by sweet words, so I will not fall for your trick."
"You are mine, to begin with. Why couldn't I sweet-talk with you? I'm telling the truth." Qin Gengxin leaned back on the couch, looking at her with an intoxicating smile. "The famous Chinese business figure in Boston. You are indeed a Boston Goddess. But too bad to others because you are my goddess."
Xian Guiying rolled her eyes. "Stop flattering me. I'm going to cook something. I haven't eaten anything since this morning."
As she spoke, she went to the kitchen to find food when Qin Gengxin suddenly pulled her forcibly to him, causing her to lose her foothold.
