Zhou Wang put down the ice-cold Coke in his hand and beckoned her over.
Knowing full well that it was the whisper of a demon, Jiang Qingkui's body stiffened, yet she couldn't resist walking over. She bent slightly, allowing Zhou Wang to bring his lips close to her ear and whisper something softly.
Jiang Qingkui's ears flushed crimson instantly. She opened her mouth several times but found herself at a loss for words.
Zhou Wang just smiled at her and said, "Is this okay now? Don't worry, I'm just curious and want to watch. Just pretend I'm not here."
Who knows how long it took, but Jiang Qingkui, biting her lip, finally nodded slightly.
"Okay... okay."
...
Night, 11:45 PM, still Zhou Wang's master bedroom.
Jiang Qingkui knew that Zhou Wang's custom-made bed was worth over two million, but as she lay on it now, she was in no mood to truly appreciate how soft and comfortable the bed was.
