Then she glared at Shen Jue, "Are you done yet? Just because it's free, you keep kissing, huh?"
Shen Jue laughed, not pretending to sleep now?
At first, he thought she was really asleep.
But after kissing her twice and noticing her eyelashes flutter twice, he knew she was pretending to sleep.
"Want money?" Shen Jue's voice was low, "How much? Give me a no-cap package first, and I'll transfer the cash to you right away."
Rong Qingqing was genuinely infuriated by Shen Jue's talk about money.
She reached out, made a fist, and punched Shen Jue's chest directly.
Who was she?
Young President Rong of Jixing's little fists are not soft like cotton.
They are real little fists.
Shen Jue got hit, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"You hit pretty hard." Shen Jue rubbed the spot where he was hit.
"It's good I didn't beat you to death." Rong Qingqing retorted irritably, "You, even for money, you won't get a kiss!"
