"Why would Wanqing say that? Your Brother Yin likes clean women the best, and you are my favorite type."
As he spoke, Yin Pengtong's gaze scanned Yu Wanqing from head to toe.
If it weren't for the pressure of the situation, Yu Wanqing might have gone over and slapped him several times, then went home and used special hand sanitizer.
Anyway, she deeply detests this man, let alone doing that kind of thing with him.
"Of course, I won't force you. If you're willing, this time in the competition, I guarantee you can make it into the top three." Yin Pengtong's voice continued.
"Tomorrow is the finals, why don't you stay over tonight?"
Yin Pengtong leaned forward, the distance between him and Yu Wanqing less than a meter.
The smell of his fat reached Yu Wanqing's nostrils, causing her stomach to churn.
But now, the arrow is on the string, and she can't act too unfriendly.
