The young man's voice was hoarse and thick with lust.
"Nope," Fu Zhi answered, her gaze cold and indifferent. Raising her arm, she smacked Jiang Zong's hand away. "You're too poor."
'He cannot even afford a cup of bubble tea, yet he has the guts to ask me to kiss him?'
Jiang Zong clicked his tongue as he looked at Fu Zhi's lips. There were some droplets of bubble tea on them, which caused her lips to look even more inviting than ever.
He peeled his eyes away from her lips and looked up. There was a nonchalant expression etched firmly on her face, and it was very apparent that she was not happy with him overstaying his welcome in her room.
He clenched his fist slightly. Then, he put on a smile and said, "In that case, let me marry a few rich women that are older than me. After they die, I will come to marry you."
Fu Zhi did not know what to say as she looked speechlessly at him.
