Xia Yongxuan froze for a moment. So this meant…
"You still have another move up your sleeve?"
Long Xuanye withdrew his gaze lightly, staring dreamily at the scarlet liquid in his hand.
So beautiful.
Not only beautiful, but delicious—one sip and you'd be haunted by it forever.
Just like her, so wonderful, like a beam of white moonlight in a star‑studded sky—once you've had her, she clings to your thoughts, and you can never let go.
Draining the wine in one go, Long Xuanye set the glass down.
The stemmed glass touched the glass coffee table with a crisp clink.
In the quiet, shadowy private room, the sound was strangely unnerving.
Looking at the predatory Long Xuanye, Xia Yongxuan suddenly felt a flicker of fear.
Only now did she realize that this man in front of her was someone she had never truly seen through.
Maybe, in his eyes, she was never qualified to "cooperate" with him at all—she was just a piece on his chessboard.
