Mo Beichen's pupils dilated slightly as he unblinkingly stared at the woman in front of him. She was trembling all over. He suddenly found it amusing—was she willing to offer herself to him to save Shen Changqing?
His thin lips curled into an unrestrained smile, and though his heart felt as if it had been pierced with a thousand holes by her, he bent down, grasping her chin, "Qianqian, do you know what you're saying?"
Gu Qian bit her lower lip, yet she looked at him fearlessly, "Big brother, if you so desire my body, then go ahead, I won't push you away anymore."
Mo Beichen's hand continued to tighten on her chin, and seeing her little face pale from the pain, his tone grew even colder, "Really? For Shen Changqing, you're willing to do anything?"
Gu Qian's eyes brimmed with tears from the pain. She was, after all, young and did not understand that her words were a fatal blow to a proud man like Mo Beichen.
She had stepped on his last nerve.
