They first met on a tea mountain. She was graceful and lovely, and he fell in love at first sight.
When they met again, he saw her acting coquettishly and shamelessly pleading, all just to get a hotel room key card.
“How much?” He stared at the card in her hand, his eyes full of scorn.
“Huh? About five hundred,” she said, looking at the tea tin beneath the key card and carefully doing the math.
The more he looked down on her back then, the more he would come to love her later.
“I’ve humiliated so many women, and at last I’ve gotten my comeuppance from you! But you’re even crueler than I am. At least I gave them a chance to become stars, while you’ve given me nothing but knife after knife to the heart!”
“Mo Liyan, tell me, what do I have to do for you to fall in love with me?”
This heroine is too innocent and pitiful. She rushes to make profits. She was sold by others and is still helping to count the money.