Xia Yunsheng sat up, took a deep breath, and said, "You said it yourself, I just hope that after Commander-in-Chief leaves, he won't renege."
What can't she accomplish?
She reached out, feigning composure as she undid his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. When such an act became a transaction, a strong sense of humiliation welled up from the depths of her heart.
Xia Yunsheng didn't know how to describe the collapse inside her; her fingers trembled, and she was desperately trying to control it.
Cheng Yanzhi watched Xia Yunsheng taking the initiative; she was fumbling with just one button for what seemed like an age, but tonight, she was indeed so beautiful it was nearly blinding.
Just as Xia Yunsheng was forcing herself to stay calm, she heard him say, "Is this how you pleased Mo Sichen, coaxing him to spare no effort in lifting you to the skies?"
His words halted the already mortified Xia Yunsheng. She looked up at him; every such utterance from his mouth was a humiliation to her.
