Fiona refused, “No.”
“You will be mine sooner or later.” He stared at her, his eyes were particularly ambiguous, and he said that his words were not hurried or slow, “Brother Bu Xing will inspect the goods in advance?”
“…” Fiona didn’t want to listen anymore, turned his head and was about to leave, but was clasped by the man’s wrists, put his arms in his arms, pressed against her face, and seduce tentatively, “Shy, huh?”
Fiona lowered his eyes to break his fingers, “Let go of me!”
“Okay, my brother won’t say anything.” Cen tired until he finished, and put his arms around Fiona, sitting on the small sofa next to him, took the hair dryer, and whispered tenderly, “Brother will help you blow your hair, OK?”
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