Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said nothing.
He never seemed to lack women by his side, and she had probably never understood him.
Scenes from three years ago seemed still vivid, those pains and resentments in these long years were like poison, slowly consuming her, difficult to extricate herself from.
"Let's try according to the original plan first, and if it doesn't work, we'll think of another way."
Lu Yiming frowned: "What way?"
Qiao Mo laughed indifferently: "For example, becoming his mistress, wearing a uniform to seduce him; maybe that's his thing."
Lu Yiming frowned even deeper and said nothing.
Qiao Mo couldn't help but recall last night's situation. The dress she was wearing had a deep V-neck, and it was thanks to a special bra that she didn't expose herself.
He helped her unbutton the bra; her modest cleavage was likely exposed seven to eight-tenths, yet he seemed to have no thoughts about it.
Qiao Mo stretched out her foot and nudged Lu Yiming: "Hey!"
