He watched the woman in his arms with a smile, his long fingers hooking onto her chin, "Jasmine is so alluring, how could I not like her? Seems like you're asking for it, hmm?"
Jasmine's face turned fiery red, "Hate it..."
Mark said this, raising the glass of red wine in his hand to her eyes, "Come on, beauty, drink this glass of wine."
The man was already exceptionally handsome, and now with a smile, he appeared even more devilish and seductive, increasingly causing people to fall for him.
Being able to come over to handle such tasks, Jasmine was entirely willing.
Moreover, long before this, she had her eyes set on this man, hoping she could be with him...
Yet, no matter how much she tried to seduce him, this man just wouldn't touch her.
Just like now, as she sat in his lap and twisted around on his body for so long, she felt no change in him.
Although desire filled his eyes, the physical reaction could not be faked.
