Shi Jiayin applied a beautifully crafted makeup, donned an exquisite dress, and paired it with elegant high heels, entering the private room with the demeanor of a victor.
Bo Siyan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his long and slender figure upright, strikingly handsome.
Shi Jiayin paused her steps for a few seconds, her gaze brazenly scanning him once over before stepping in and sitting on the sofa.
Her chin was always held high, for the first time assuming a posture of pride in front of Bo Siyan.
Bo Siyan turned around, cast her a fleeting glance, and then strode to sit across from her.
Shi Jiayin waited for Bo Siyan to speak, waited for him to plead with her, waited for him to show weakness, yet Bo Siyan did not speak, lazily leaning back on the sofa, showing not the slightest hint of weakness, and instead, as always, exuding a strong sense of coercion.
