"How is it? Thinking of walking away just like that after using me?" Gu Beicheng's eyes narrowed.
His scorching breath fell squarely on Xia Yinian's face: "Is the cost of using me, Gu Beicheng, so low?"
Xia Yinian quickly repressed the panic in her eyes, not expecting him to see right through her use of him to strike at Le Qingqing.
But, that's not surprising, is it! With someone as formidable as Seventh Young Master, how could he not see through the petty schemes of a minor character like her?
Gu Beicheng picked up her long hair, twirling it around his fingers: "Now tell me, what do you plan to repay for using me like this?"
Xia Yinian pursed her lips, wondering if he would get angry enough to tear her apart if she said she wanted nothing in return.
"What other cunning plan are you thinking of?" Gu Beicheng suddenly leaned in close.
"Don't…" She resisted subconsciously.
