Cool fingers slid down, caught the hem of her skirt, and seized her slender, white ankle. Without further ado, he put the anklet on her.
Duan Fei's skin was pale, making the diamonds appear even more transparent and radiant. Under the sunlight, they emitted a brilliant glow.
He looked very satisfied, "How pretty. Feifei, don't you like it?"
Duan Fei didn't speak.
"Wear it properly for me. Don't take it off, and certainly don't sell it," Rong Moyong pinched her waist. "Did you hear that?"
Duan Fei turned her head away, "I heard."
"That's a good girl," Rong Moyong felt completely content and then bent down to kiss her lips.
The advance was fierce and vigorous.
In the midst of it, Duan Fei's phone suddenly rang.
Her face flushed, she wanted to reach for it but Rong Moyong snatched up the phone and threw it onto the carpet.
She was somewhat angry, "What are you doing?"
