Beitang, undisturbed by Qingxue's resistance, carried her step by step to the wheelchair.
He placed her in the wheelchair, crouched down, and met her gaze—
Raising one hand, he rested it on top of her head, a slight smile playing on his lips, "It's okay if you don't like me now, we have all the time in the world, you'll come to like me eventually."
"You're crazy...!" Qingxue's body trembled, "There's no future for us... Let's just leave it at this, and never see each other again... Last night... Just think of it as if I slept with you... How much money do you want... I'll give it all to you... Just forget everything that happened last night..."
"Well, it looks like we need to calculate just how much you have to pay me. What to do? I am a very 'expensive' man," Beitang lifted her chin, "For sleeping with me last night, you owe at least ten million."
What did he mean by being an 'expensive' man? Could it be that he was... a gigolo? No wonder, no wonder he was so good at flirting!
