"I...I..."
Jiang Yimei couldn't find a good reason, feeling like a mute person who had swallowed a bitter pill.
"Can't say it, can you?"
Lin Congzhi continued his sarcastic remarks with a contemptuous attitude.
Provoked to the point of no return, Jiang Yimei immediately voiced her shameful thoughts: "Lin Congzhi, just consider it as me borrowing your luggage. Is there any need for you to be sarcastic and cynical here?"
"Okay! Let's put it in black and white and make it clear."
Lin Congzhi took out a notebook, flipped to a blank page, placed the pen in his hand on it, and pushed it to Jiang Yimei. Then he placed his fingers tightly on the table, looked up at Jiang Yimei, and waited for her decision.
Staring at the notebook and the blank pages, Jiang Yimei was distracted and didn't know what to do.
When talking about it, you can describe the sky as the earth, but when it comes to actually doing it, it becomes quite difficult to achieve.
Thinking of her predicament, and that she was now almost penniless, she suddenly gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, walked over, picked up Lin Congzhi's pen, and began to write an IOU.
Staring closely at this beautiful woman with red lips, white teeth, a slender waist, and a lotus-like face, Lin Congzhi felt a little thirsty for some reason; the hormones in his body were involuntarily released.
He doesn't feel this way with other women, even if they are popular female celebrities or stunning beauties, he wouldn't be so "unable to extricate himself".
In this lifetime, he has been ruined by this woman.
Feeling two burning gazes scanning her body up and down, Jiang Yimei, who was writing furiously, couldn't help but say, "Lin Congzhi, can you please shut your lustful eyes?"
Lin Congzhi dismissed it casually and asked leisurely, "Jiang Yimei, don't you think you're a femme fatale?"
Am I a femme fatale? Jiang Yimei just found it hilarious.
Compared to the devilishly handsome and charming man in front of her, she was far inferior, simply beyond compare.
She ignored Lin Congzhi's tactics and coldly commanded, "Lin Congzhi, shut your mouth. I don't want to talk to you."
Lin Congzhi remained unmoved.
When he saw a stray hair on Jiang Yimei's shoulder, he suddenly reached out his hand, not even knowing why, and then said gently, "Yimei, there is a stray hair on your shoulder."
This incredibly sweet and delicate address immediately gave Jiang Yimei goosebumps, and she felt an overwhelming sense of resistance.
She involuntarily shrank back, asking warily, "Lin Congzhi, what exactly do you want?"
His hands were cold in the air, and perhaps it was this coolness that helped Lin Congzhi regain some clarity.
Then, with a solemn expression and incomprehension, he asked, "Jiang Yimei, what is so outstanding about you that I have this misconception?"
"Illusion? What do you mean?"
Jiang Yimei was taken aback, feeling that Lin Congzhi was now slurring his words and seemed out of his mind.
Lin Congzhi didn't hide anything, nor was she afraid of Jiang Yimei's ridicule: "It's just to make me think you're very beautiful!"
"..."
Jiang Yimei couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
This man, whose aesthetic standards are so high that they cannot be satisfied by any human woman, actually thinks she is beautiful. Is he truly hopeless, or is he deliberately seducing her to please her?
Jiang Ze had said these sweet words many times before, so she wouldn't take them to heart or fall for them. She immediately retorted, "Lin Congzhi, put away your little schemes. I won't be moved by them."
"..."
Lin Congzhi felt utterly exhausted.
How can he convince Jiang Yimei that he is sincere?
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