Xia Fei looked at him and said faintly, "As long as you are not afraid of getting hurt, you can go forward. Falling down is not a terrible thing in my life."
As soon as she finished her words, she reached out her hand and covered it on his hand. She swept it down with gravity, then stood up straight and walked forward. After passing through the luxurious private room, she left a cool and cold and heartless figure behind.
Han Yijiang gritted his teeth as he watched Xia Fei walk down the stairs elegantly with her dress rolled up. As she twisted her body, his mind flashed through the various entanglements between them. Hatred flashed through his eyes. When he looked at Xia Fei again, he had already seen her downstairs. She was holding a bottle of red wine in her hand and chatting with a certain customer. From her male gaze, she was no longer unable to leave Xia Fei's body.
Han Yijiang picked up a cup of warm red wine and swallowed it.