Luo Tiantian lay on the soft, big bed like she'd lost all hope.
In her ears was Xue Feimo's steady breathing.
"See? Men have always been heartless, just like the ancients said. Boohoo…"
If only she'd known, she wouldn't have pulled the boss's leg hair.
Not only did she get nothing out of it, she managed to offend the big boss big time.
She was beating her chest in her heart: Jing-jie, can't you be a little braver? How could you chicken out so hard?
She flipped over again, facing the man who was sound asleep.
She reached out and gently poked his cheek with her finger, her eyes full of fury.
But she said sweet things, "Uncle, I really know I was wrong.
It's not that you're jealous of me, it's that I'm jealous of you, okay?
Look, you've got power and status, holding the business lifeline of the whole country.
Your skin's great, your body's amazing, you're handsome, and you're good in bed and…"
At this point, Luo Tiantian choked, the rest stuck in her throat.
