Chapter 97
Qin Yihan looks at Bai Weiwei, just staring at her like this. He doesn't know why he came to her, just because she doesn't answer the phone.
But after seeing him, his desire was already burning.
The woman is wrapped in a bath towel. Her face is as white as snow. Her eyes are as bright as stars in the night sky. Her snow-white neck, exquisite collarbone and full chest are very thin, but she has full breasts
The desire misfired and got up.
A stream of heat in his lower abdomen made his mouth dry.
Bai Weiwei knows Qin Yihan's purpose to find herself. She also sees Qin Yihan's desire to jump with flames in his eyes.
She skillfully walked to the bedside and untied her bath towel.
A look of death at home.
She tried not to be emotional to Qin Yihan. She constantly warned herself that she was only a substitute in Qin Yihan's eyes, so she didn't have any feelings for Qin Yihan.
As long as it's done, Qin Yihan should leave.
So she just needs to finish her task.
The moment Bai Weiwei untied her bath towel, Qin Yihan's sword eyebrows suddenly became angry. He looked at Bai Weiwei in disbelief. The desire that had just risen disappeared in an instant.
Does this woman regard herself as a task now?
She just pulled off the bath towel and let herself go without any emotion?
Did she think of herself as an inflatable doll?
An inexplicable burst of anger surged up in her heart. She remembered the smiling face that Bai Weiwei talked to Ling Yebai, and it was a dead face to herself.
She likes Ling Yebai!
She doesn't like him!
Such cognition made Qin Yihan extremely angry.
"What do you mean?" Qin Yihan suddenly bullied Bai Weiwei. He almost pressed her, as if his eyelashes were about to hit together.
Bai Weiwei bumped into Qin Yihan's eyes with cold eyes.
The man's eyes are very beautiful, very deep, as if he can't see the vast universe. As soon as he falls in, he has a feeling that he can't extricate himself.
Her heart was beating violently, and she tried to calm herself down.
But I couldn't help burning on my cheek.
Also, Qin Yihan is such an evil man, who can not be moved.
Moreover, she was so close to him and knew his strength. The longer she stayed in the mall, the more she worshipped Qin Yihan and admired this man.
Admiration, respect, gradually transformed into a kind of emotion, which can't even be controlled by yourself.
Bai Weiwei tried to put aside her head. She tried her best not to be moved.
She knows that such a man is not what she can see or belong to herself. She should not feel good about herself because she is his mistress.
She is not in the same world as him.
The woman in front of her suddenly put her head away.
Qin Yihan's face became ugly in an instant. His voice was low and pleasant like a cello, but also with a cold horror. "I asked you to be my mistress and solve my desire, not to pretend to be an inflatable doll! Inflatable dolls have more feelings than you!"
There seemed to be a trace of disgust in his voice.
Bai Weiwei's heart jerked.
There was a chill on the back.
"I, I didn't..."
"Since you like making inflatable dolls so much, I'll do what you want!" Qin's cold, hairy voice came into his mind from his ears.
Bai Weiwei blew her hair for a while, and an ominous premonition filled her heart.
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