Chu Xinyue laughed with tears: "That's not going to work."
"What's so great about that job? Why not quit?" He pressed relentlessly.
She said solemnly, "No."
Only then did his fingers reluctantly loosen one by one. Never mind, he had used all his ancient power last night to make her "yield"; he couldn't offend her again.
If it weren't for her loving this job, he would definitely make her quit immediately.
Taking advantage of him letting go, she quickly ran to the bathroom to wash up, then returned to her room to change clothes. When she took off her outerwear, she realized the clothes she wore could barely be called clothing; the edges were torn into strips. In the mirror, her fair neck was marked with clusters of strawberry-like blushes, making one blush and ears grow hot.
Even though she took a shower, she still smelled of him.
After tidying up, she grabbed her handbag and left the suite, taking the elevator downstairs.
