The night was deep.
In the scorching-hot basement of the villa.
Tang Song picked up the crystal-clear wine glass and took a sip of the icy sparkling wine.
Then he gently pinched Jing's delicate little chin, brought the rim of the glass to her lips, and fed her a mouthful.
Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her eyes hazy and unfocused, and she obediently swallowed the sweet wine.
Tang Song set the glass aside casually.
Then, as if performing a magic trick, he produced a delicate gift box wrapped in black velvet.
"Jing." Tang Song's hand traced over the beautiful and rich girl's smooth, cool pale skin, his voice low and magnetic as he said, "You did very well on this mission, so… this is your reward."
Looking at that gift box, a faint light refocused in Jing's previously scattered gaze.
"Thank you… Lord Tang Song, for your praise."
Tang Song smiled and lifted the lid.
A refined choker crafted from top-grade black velvet and platinum was lying quietly on the dark red lining.
