Qin Youxue paused in her steps, her calm face showing a hint of cracking as she slowly turned her head to look at the man lying on the bed.
Under the warm orange light, the man's face was ingeniously crafted, perfect like a statue. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling upward, and amidst the grayish-white haze were his ruthless eyes.
She clenched her fists and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Mo… I really don't want the money."
"Heh." Mo Hexuan chuckled lightly, exuding a cold, thin sarcasm, "Don't want money, then what do you think your relationship with me is?"
Qin Youxue's body shivered slightly, and she mustered up the courage to say, "I…"
"A hundred thousand per time." The man cut her off coldly, his eagle-sharp eyes looking at her icily, scaring Qin Youxue into silence as she heard Mo Hexuan say to her, "You must be available whenever I call. You can date Yang Zi, I don't care. But if you dare disobey, I won't spare you."
