"Ten million? What do you mean?"
"Race a lap with me, the bet is ten million. I'll intentionally lose to you, and the bet you place outside is separate. On my side, I'll simply give you ten million. However, after it's done, you must let me get what I want."
Zhang Yuxuan spoke, moving playfully closer to Ye Weiwei. He reached out his claw, intending to gently stroke Ye Weiwei's beautiful hair.
"I heard you've never had a boyfriend, and it seems there was some ridiculous relationship with Chen Mei'Er. Such a pristine body, ten million is totally worth it."
Hurriedly dodging, Ye Weiwei immediately jumped back.
"Don't even think about it..."
"What? Not even interested in such a good deal?" Zhang Yuxuan slowly lowered his hand, smiling as he asked.
