Facing Jiang Che's astonished, almost disbelieving gaze—as if he were looking at some rare species—and hearing his undisguised, shocked question, Xu Bingning's already flushed face reddened even more.
Her hands clutched the edge of the silk quilt, her long, beautiful legs shifting restlessly beneath the covers. Her rounded toes, wrapped in torn black stockings, curled together in embarrassment.
"I... I..."
Xu Bingning stammered. The lips that had always been so eloquent in the business world now seemed tied in knots, unable to form a complete sentence for a long while.
She fidgeted, her long, delicate eyelashes trembling wildly like butterfly wings in a storm. She did not dare meet Jiang Che's eyes at all.
Finally, under the pressure of Jiang Che's burning gaze, she seemed to throw all caution aside. Gathering her courage, she softly murmured in a shy voice so soft it seemed ready to drip with sweetness:
"Because... because Bingning loves you, husband..."
After saying that, Xu Bingning was so ashamed she wished she could find a crack in the soft Simmons bed and crawl straight into it.
Of course, she knew perfectly well just how outrageous, how shocking, and how utterly unconventional the request she had just made was in the eyes of the world!
But at this very moment, she simply could not control her feelings. Her whole heart, and this body of hers, had already completely fallen under this man's control...
What Jiang Che had given her last night was truly a brand-new experience, utterly different from the dull, cold twenty-six years of life she had lived before—and overwhelmingly intense!
Before last night, she had never imagined
that she could experience something so wonderful, something whose memory would remain in her mind until the day she died.
What was more...
what Jiang Che had done