Qin Mofeng stood at the door, still unmoving, looking down at the woman walking down from the bed, her thin gauzy dress appearing so ethereal.
The woman had a voluptuous figure and was very beautiful.
However, the man's interest wasn't here, so naturally, he wouldn't be particularly enamored.
His attitude remained cold.
Jin Min walked slowly to the man, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Young Master, I've come."
The man merely curved his lips into a smile.
Jin Min leaned into the man's embrace, exuding the demeanor of a femme fatale.
Qin Mofeng's body stiffened, his lips barely curving into a smile, but tinged with irony: "Well, you know how to seduce men now, Jin Min, you're something."
Jin Min's hand froze momentarily, indifferent to the man's sarcasm. As long as she achieved her goal, nothing else mattered.
She had to endure humiliation and bear all the unbearable for that purpose.
What's a little humiliation?
