Shen Liao didn't say any nonsense; his promises weren't meaningless empty words either, perhaps he was a man with some responsibility.
Jiang Lai really liked him.
She liked his face, his body, and his eyes.
So when facing him, Jiang Lai didn't feel particularly impatient; instead, all she could think about was the sound of his urgent breathing when he embraced her just now.
Indeed, feelings that engage the body but not the heart are quite thrilling.
But there was no choice; Jiang Lai still had to push him away.
"Shen Liao, stop deceiving me, and stop deceiving yourself."
"I haven't..."
"I saw that agreement."
The man's extended hand instantly froze, and his eyes clearly showed panic and helplessness.
"I can explain."
"Alright, go ahead, explain what the words 'maintenance agreement' mean."
The man bit his lip tightly, fully aware that his relationship with Jiang Lai was like an infected wound, and the only cure might be to cut it out completely.
