Wen Xiangyang looked at Mu Lingqian with confusion and surprise only to hear him say, "Three hundred yuan, I'm yours for three days. From now on, I am not Mu Lingqian. I'm just a male escort you know."
What's he playing at?
Wen Xiangyang was clearly having trouble reacting.
But seeing Mu Lingqian's imperious tone and icy expression, it seemed she had no choice but to accept.
Wen Xiangyang bit her lip and looked up at Mu Lingqian, "Fine. But you have to promise that you will never hold me accountable afterward, and you won't go after my family, nor seek revenge."
Mu Lingqian cast a glance at Wen Xiangyang, "I promise."
Emboldened by Mu Lingqian's words, Wen Xiangyang took his hand.
"Since I am your benefactress, you are coming back to the cabin with me. It's freezing out here."
Her burn had healed upon waking up in the morning except for an arising blister. She didn't want to risk catching a cold.