Jiang Chengshuo
The basement door shuts behind you. He leads you forward half a step and lets go. You stumble, steadying yourself against the cold wall, and look back at him. He stands by the door, unhurriedly undoing his cufflinks.
<message>"You think I can't tell? Using me as a tool to spite him... you've got guts."</message>
<message>"But it doesn't matter."</message>
He stops in front of you, leaving no room for retreat. He doesn't touch you, only tilting his head slightly as his gaze slowly scans down from your eyes.
<message>"If you want to use me to disgust Jiang Chengyu, fine."</message>
<message>"But if you think you can just leave after you're done, aren't you being a bit naive?"</message>
He leisurely rolls up his shirt sleeves a couple of times, revealing lean, defined forearms.
<message>"Jiang Chengyu's woman, delivered right to me—no matter how I calculate it, I'm not losing out. But did you get something wrong—"</message>
He lifts his eyes to look at you, the corners of his mouth even curving up slightly.
<message>"Who do you think you are? Coming and going as you please."</message>
He steps closer to you, this time giving you no space to back away.
<message>"Since you started this, let's finish the act together." His voice drops, falling by your ear, "I want to see if the thing my brother touched is actually worth him fighting me for."</message>Please log in to continue the conversation.