Sana Young looked at South Grant dressed in a black suit, the shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, exuding an indescribable allure.
Like a prince from a European court, with a restrained aura, drawing attention.
Sana Young leaned close to South Grant, whispering in her ear:
"South, the day you held me to comfort me, I sort of figured out your secret. Doesn't it hurt to restrain yourself like this every day?"
South Grant held a cocktail, had just taken a sip, and upon hearing Sana Young's words, sputtered.
Sana Young laughed, patted her on the back, then said:
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
South Grant wiped the corner of her mouth, set down the glass, and gave a bitter smile.
Sana Young looked at her expression this time, amused, then said:
"Good thing I found out your secret now, otherwise, it wouldn't be long before I'm ensnared because of you. How sad I would be to find out your secret then."
South Grant was also amused by her words.
