And her fate might resemble that of the original host.
"Fine, fine, fine, I know already," Jiang Song replied to her from the other end.
Just as Li Xingwan had put away her phone, she noticed someone standing at the head of the bed. She turned her head to see, it was Fu Chengzhou.
He stood by the bed, taking off his suit jacket and pulling down the tie around his neck. That series of movements could be described as supremely mature, noble, and enchanting.
Watching him, there was something indescribable.
Fu Chengzhou's fingers moved downwards, unfastening the top two buttons of his shirt. By the time he got to the third, Li Xingwan's gaze followed downward.
He chuckled softly and suddenly leaned over towards Li Xingwan. As he came uncomfortably close, he leaned in to kiss her lips. Li Xingwan's body slowly reclined, her arms hooking around Fu Chengzhou's neck.
