Mo Chuxi's hand, holding the spoon, froze mid-air.
He looked at Yan Xinxin's delicate and exquisite face, then reached out to lift her chin.
"It seems the jewelry exhibition is truly tempting for you."
He spoke with subtle meaning, leaning his handsome face closer.
"But if it's just sweet words, I still won't agree."
"..."
Her motive, exposed?
Yan Xinxin's petite face suddenly stiffened.
"Then, Young Master Mo, what do you want before you'll let me attend the banquet as planned tonight? Do you want to sleep with me?"
"..."
Hearing her last words, Mo Chuxi's sharp brows slightly knitted together.
"You'd really be willing to do that just to attend the jewelry exhibition?"
"No."
Yan Xinxin answered without hesitation, her gaze earnest as she looked at him.
"But if the person is Young Master Mo, I'd be willing."
If it's him, she'd be willing.
Mo Chuxi slightly froze.
But in this moment, he suddenly realized with startling clarity—he was completely at Yan Xinxin's mercy!
