Amelia seemed to have come here just to ridicule him. Feng Yi, who had always been straightforward all his life, did not have much desire for such things. He started to look at her with an increasingly strange gaze, and asked, "So, has our pact been established?"
"Indeed."
"Good, you can leave now."
"What a heartless man." Amelia grinned mischievously, casually shrugged off her coat, and then elegantly sorted out her slightly untidy attire... She moved gracefully without any reserve, her shapely figure evident, and she was not bothered at all with Feng Yi's presence.
Feng Yi quickly turned away as he heard laughter ringing in his ears. "I bet you're dying for a piece of me, right? Opportunities like these don't always come, boy. Want a piece?"
Although Amelia continued to exhibit her dominant side, her pretty face buried beneath silky hair was actually blushing. It was her first time saying such things, portraying a dominant woman seemed to come naturally to a genius like her.