"Tell me, please! I'm begging you!"
Jing Qing's gentle pleading filled her gaze with a shimmer of moisture.
"Alright!"
This greasy middle-aged man seemed to have no resistance against Jing Qing; a slight expression from her could send his heart racing and make him forget who he was.
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Instead of going straight to look for Young Master Yichen, Jing Qing stayed in the guest room next to his. Of course, there were no vacant rooms at the time, but she managed to switch with the guest next to Yichen's room after offering a high price.
Jing Qing sprayed perfume everywhere in the room because it originally belonged to a man in his thirties. As she sprayed, her brows and eyes showed traces of disdain. Having been pampered from childhood, even on movie sets, she insisted on having her own space untouched by others, let alone in a hotel.