"What has it got to do with me?"
Luo Ling's face was cold and indifferent, resembling a man who had just gotten out of bed without a hint of affection.
Song Jin's eyes darkened; even after sleeping together so many times, she remained unfeeling and indifferent. Yet, he was deeply infatuated with her, fully aware that this woman might be heartless and that no matter what he did, he might never win her favor. He was still willing to give everything for her.
"Of course, it's about you, this villa is a gift from me to you."
"I don't need it; I have a house."
Luo Ling's face showed rejection; aside from her body, she had nothing else to repay Song Jin with. If she accepted his house, he might expect her to repay him with her heart.
