After Qin Bing finished his meal, the bodyguards came in and cleared away all the dishes and utensils.
Sheng Yi could only watch helplessly as the suite door closed again.
The spacious suite fell silent once more.
Sheng Yi glanced at the time on her watch; it was already close to eight-thirty in the evening. She kept feeling like it was past ten already—why was tonight dragging on so long? The moment she thought about having to stay in the same space with Qin Bing for the rest of the night, she felt suffocated.
It was the suffocation Qin Bing brought her.
She tried to convince herself to go along with him. She could do it—after all, she was at least a Best Actress award-winning film star. But Qin Bing, this deep-minded old fox, would never be easily played by her. For all she knew, he could probably guess exactly what she was thinking right now.
