"Give you ten million as pocket money?"
"Deal."
Lu Qing: ...
He clicked his tongue twice, pressed her down beneath him, tapped her nose, and smiled:
"It's truly rare to be as money-obsessed as you are. You're a young madam worth billions, do you even care?"
Qin Miaomiao analyzed seriously, "Anyway, every time I negotiate with you, I'm the one who ends up losing. Instead of struggling in vain, I might as well take the chance to grab more. Ten million — think of how many plates of crayfish I could buy, how many skins I could unlock, how much gear I could purchase! Even if I can't beat you all, I could bury you under all that gear."
Lu Qing frowned slightly and lectured, "Indulging in distractions is self-destructive."
The next day, her back really hurt, and she could only lie face-down. Lu Qing slept right next to her. She grabbed his hand and was dying to bite it hard!
As soon as she moved, he woke up, looking somewhat pleased:
