Cheng Yu lifted his gaze and looked over. In that instant our eyes met, I couldn't help but curve my lips into a smile.
Cheng Yu slightly narrowed his eyes, stirring the white porridge in front of him, and said in an offhand manner, "Little ma, that mouth of yours is most captivating when you're begging for mercy."
At his words, my ears warmed uncontrollably, but I quickly regained composure. Resting my chin on my hand and looking at him with a rising tone, I asked, "So, Mr. Cheng, will you help me?"
"That depends on what you can offer in exchange." He smirked wickedly, his peach-blossom eyes sparkling, "If the reward isn't satisfactory, I'm not in the business of making a loss."
That being said, Cheng Yu always came through for me at critical moments, so as long as he wasn't tired of me yet, I wasn't worried he'd stand by idly.
I got up and nestled into his embrace, pulling his hand to rest on my waist, "If Mr. Cheng helps me, naturally he'll come to know what he can get."