Their relationship was purely transactional; he used money to buy her body, having her at his beck and call for his pleasure.
She was responsible for satisfying him, letting him enjoy himself. Wasn't all this reasonable?
But why was he angry?
"Wasn't that exactly what you were planning last night?" Yu Lingqian's voice was cold.
Mu Anran panicked, "I, I just wanted to apologize to you."
"Apologize?" Yu Lingqian's lips twisted into a mocking smile. His gaze trailed over her exquisite body, his large hand brushed past her chest and came to rest on her delicate waist, causing a row of pink goosebumps to erupt on her skin, "If you think offering yourself to me is the best way to apologize—"
His voice was husky, filled with an alluring ambiguity.
Feeling his fingers twitching to move, Mu Anran's heart nearly stopped from fear.
This was right beside the main road; even if Yu Lingqian was aroused, he couldn't possibly do it here, could he?
"Young Master Yu, don't..."