The dark and luxurious European style room was filled with the fragrance of ruan Mianmian's favorite chamomile.
She was wearing a lace nightgown with a black spaghetti strap, and she was shivering on the big bed that was as soft as the clouds.
Three months ago, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
In order to raise money for her medical expenses, she had worked several part-time jobs.
It was a pity that the income was still a drop in the bucket for her, who needed money.
Until one day, she received a message from a surrogate mother.
She tried to make the call.
What followed was a three-month long examination and physical conditioning.
It was not until this morning that she was sent to this small island with her eyes covered.
The heavy footsteps came closer.
When the man's cold eyes glided across ruan Mianmian's milk-scented skin ...
Ruan Mianmian couldn't help but clench her teeth at his cold gaze.
"I don't like to force women."