"Zhang Kun!" Ye Shiqing's face turned pale with urgency, her wrist whitening where it was pinched.
Zhang Kun gave her a glance, a roguish smile hanging on his lips. Suddenly, he reached out to touch Ye Shiqing's face, "You're quite pretty, a dancer, right? Your body's definitely flexible. How about this, let's make a deal. It will be good for you to explain to your grandma once you go back."
"Shut your mouth!"
Ye Shiqing, using all her strength, managed to pull away.
Or perhaps Zhang Kun had let go on purpose.
As she turned to leave, Zhang Kun did not follow. Instead, in a teasing tone, he drawled, "You're quite something. Isn't it just a broken association? Won't Shen Shichu help you smooth things out?"
Ye Shiqing's expression turned stern. She whirled around, her face a tumult of emotions, and looked at Zhang Kun warily and frantically.
Just moments ago in the private room, he clearly had no idea whom she had married.
