They were so close that he felt only a warm softness, yet somehow felt nothing at all. That elusive sensation sank into his bones. When he looked down, he could see her delicate collarbones above the off-the-shoulder dress, and a glimpse of snowy white between her breasts...
Even Tang Changsheng had to give a wry smile. This foreign girl really was a temptress.
"Ahem. Quintina, we should go!" a man called from the doorway.
A tall, handsome man stood there, looking in.
Quintina smiled and spun away as lightly as a butterfly flitting among flowers. She returned to the man and slipped an arm around his shoulders.
She showed no unease at all. Instead, she said with a smile, "Ling, we should go. Hurry up and get changed."
"Ahem," Tang Changsheng said. "Ling Xiaoyu isn't feeling well. I'm afraid she can't attend the party today."
Quintina's eyes lit up. She looked Tang Changsheng up and down, lingering on his lower body several times before giving him a mysterious smile.
It was as if she were saying, I've seen through everything!
"Really? What a pity," the man at the door said flatly, without a trace of regret in his voice.
"Ling's sick and can't come, but you aren't sick, are you? Mr. Farrell and I have come all this way to invite you... Arabella's waiting for you too... You wouldn't turn us down, would you?" Quintina coaxed.
The way she spoke made the so-called Mr. Farrell beside her give Tang Changsheng a hostile look.
"Well..."
"Master, go without me. Bring me back something tasty..." Ling Xiaoyu's weak voice came from the bedroom.
"Ha! See? Ling said you could go. Come on!"
"All right." After a moment's thought, Tang Changsheng did not refuse.
Quintina was so eager to drag him along that