[Lingquan: He's crazy about you.] His laughter rang in her mind, full of amusement. [The man forked out hundreds of millions for you at the auctions, and you still haven't even paid him the two kisses he asked for.]
Qingran exhaled slowly, rubbing her temple. Right.
The evol weapons had been her mission, but the bidding price had skyrocketed way beyond what she could afford.
And Feng Yizhou, ever the opportunist, had stepped in—paying the ridiculous sum without hesitation.
In exchange for two kisses. And she still hadn't paid up.
She tilted her head, a smirk forming. "Well… if he was that generous once, I don't see why he can't be again."
[Exactly.] Lingquan purred. [You don't even have to spend a dime. Just flash a smile, give him a kiss, and we'll have all the weapons we need.]