Lily Shaw let out a disdainful snort, her eyes filled with contempt and scorn as she looked at the elegant man. Her voice was as cold as frost, "Heh—according to your plan, it doesn't matter whether I touch Crystal Shaw or not, right? Ever since I stepped into this meticulously arranged room, I've been drugged by you. Isn't that right?"
The elegant man was stunned, seemingly surprised by Lily Shaw's high level of alertness. But how could he possibly back down just because of Lily Shaw's facade of calmness? He went through all this trouble just for a moment of intimacy?
He had always watched Lily Shaw from afar, and this was the first time he stood so close to her. He could almost feel her breath.
