Chuzheng leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, embodying a poised and refined posture.
With her left hand resting on her right wrist, her fingertips grazing the pale skin, she said icily, "Aren't you afraid your sugar daddy will get jealous?"
Feng Wang sat a bit far off, yet still in that boneless posture, seemingly melting into his seat.
His hoodie had slipped down halfway, revealing his messy hair.
Chuzheng's peripheral vision fell on his hair.
It looked...
Kind of soft.
The fingers Chuzheng was using to stroke her wrist couldn't help but itch.
She wanted to touch.
To see if it felt good...
"Little junior sister, are you the one who's jealous?" Feng Wang's gaze was fixed ahead as he hummed lightly, "You girls are so shallow, only caring about looks."
Chuzheng asked coldly, "What do you have besides your looks?"
Feng Wang: "..."
Hit the nail on the head.
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Chuzheng truly left Feng Wang stranded halfway.
She was a person of her word, a good person indeed.