Lead You to Sinking

The light was dim, Jingyi's nails, painted in bright red and trimmed into oval shapes, gently slid down Che's neck: "Mr. Jiang, I want to be red. If you want some shares of the Jing family, can't we cooperate?" Jiang Che's face was gloomy, and he slapped the hand away without any pity, "Cooperate with you?" He stood up and dusted off his cigarette, "You deserve it too." Jingyi was not annoyed, and smiled seductively, rubbing a black USB flash drive between her fingertips. She slowly possessed her and lowered her voice like a spirit-sucking goblin, "General, do you think I'm worthy now?" Intention: Preference and Exception