"Bad men are what women love."
Yang Yan smirked as he pinched Su Su's cheek, speaking with pride.
Soft and smooth, it felt so good that he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss.
"I'll let you off this time... but if it happens again, I'll ignore you forever."
Su Su, breathless from the kiss, initially struggled to escape, but soon became surprisingly proactive.
Once their lips parted, she finally spoke weakly.
Yang Yan gently played with her hair and said softly:
"This time, it's because of the mission, which is why I had to use this identity to approach you. I can only say it's all fate."
Su Su suddenly turned over and looked directly at Yang Yan, asking:
"You said it's because of a mission, acting all mysterious—are you a spy?"
"A spy?"
Yang Yan gently shook his head:
"Impossible. I work for myself."
However, as he spoke that last line, he clearly paused for a moment.
Seemingly, he's currently working for Satan...
So he immediately corrected himself:
