Li Zhiyan's mouth never stopped running—whenever there was a chance to torment Catherine psychologically, Li Zhiyan made sure not to miss it.
After all, he and Catherine were natural-born enemies in the truest sense.
"Still fantasizing, huh? I've already told you—you're not even worthy of kissing me."
Catherine felt a bit smug inside. Sure enough, Li Zhiyan couldn't resist the allure of her black silk-clad legs and wanted to kiss her.
But she certainly wasn't going to continue kissing him.
She softly adjusted her golden locks, her striking blue eyes radiating pure arrogance.
Her mind was consumed with anticipation, imagining the scene where Li Zhiyan, burdened by colossal debt, would kneel before her and lick her high heels.
"Li Zhiyan, you know, you actually owe me a huge favor."
"Why?"
"You're well aware of how you offended Jin Muxue, aren't you?"
"I know."
