"You fiend, you'll think of anything."
Lin Jiang smiled ambiguously, undid the spring clasp, and wrapped it around Qin Yangyang's neck.
As he fastened the clasp, Lin Jiang found himself mesmerized by Qin Yangyang's elegant neck.
"Why did you stop? Is the clasp broken?" Qin Yangyang asked.
"Once I put this on you, you'll be my woman."
Qin Yangyang's gaze faltered.
She had expected Lin Jiang to say something risqué to tease her, never imagining he would say something like this.
"If you put it on me, I'm yours. It's like a declaration of sovereignty. So, the real question is whether you dare to put it on me."
Lin Jiang didn't say a word, answering Qin Yangyang with his actions.
"It feels different now that it's on. You look more like a hot girl. I bet no one would guess you're a lawyer."
"This way, I'm a better match for your sports car."
Qin Yangyang's eyes softened.
"And a better match for you."
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Third floor of Henglong Square, Jinwen Japanese Cuisine.
