My Beautiful Secretary

“Six sixes!” Bei Long leaned lazily against the bar, smiling as he glanced at the young woman beside him. She looked every bit like an innocent college student. The other men who came here always had hungry, wolfish looks in their eyes, but Bei Long was more like Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for willing prey to take the bait. He never felt the pressure of there being more wolves than meat.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was different that beautiful women often approached him of their own accord, like this innocent young woman who had practically delivered herself to his door.