Chapter 437 Burn That Painting

Qiao Chengxun put down his phone and stretched his arm around the girl's slender waist, heartlessly avoiding those tempting cherry lips, and said in a deep voice, "Please me, and maybe I'll change my mind."

"What do you want me to do?" The girl averted her eyes to look elsewhere, not wanting him to see the lowliness in her eyes, nor wanting to reveal her weakness.

Qiao Chengxun's lips curled into a devilish, seductive smile, "I've taught you before, do it yourself."

"Yeah." Wen Meimei, like a puppet on strings, moved stiffly, her heart already in tumultuous upheaval.

If only... she had never met him.

Qiao King of Hell, I regret it, I regret meeting you.

For you, I've cast aside all my self-respect, exhausted all lies, just to fill the world that wasn't whole.

But now... my world is shattered again...

Qiao King of Hell, I regret it...