Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Mingche lost all patience to waste time with her and turned to leave.
Ji Luoyun immediately scrambled off the bed, grabbed his arm, slid her hands up his arm to his neck, then caressed his face.
"What's the rush! Don't you think this is exciting? Your wife and my fiancé are downstairs, and here we are having an affair."
As she spoke, a faint fragrance filled Ji Mingche's nose.
He frowned slightly, clearly disliking the scent.
"Is this why you called me here?"
"Of course!" Ji Luoyun smiled enchantingly, her slender fingers tracing every feature of Ji Mingche's handsome face. "Honestly, you're good-looking too. If it weren't for Lu Youting, maybe I'd really have fallen for you."
Heh!
Ji Mingche sneered coldly in his heart.
His face was openly filled with contempt and disdain for her.
"You think I want any kind of trash? A woman like you, dumped by men, I wouldn't even touch you. Filthy."