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This was a gentleness he himself had never noticed, and this gentleness was solely reserved for her.
"Come in."
Chi Mu Jiu welcomed him into the room, carefully locking the door behind him. Her heart was filled with surprise and confusion; she never expected this guy would actually come to serve her! What should she do now?
Chi Mu Jiu's mind raced as she thought of a strategy. If there was really no other way, should she just give in to him tonight? But then she became entangled in her thoughts again—who would be at a disadvantage, him or her? After all, she was still inexperienced in this area.
Du Heng Yan turned back and saw Chi Mu Jiu still standing at the entrance, her gaze dazed as if lost in thought. A hint of confusion flickered in his deep-set eyes; what strange things was this little one thinking about?
"Come over and sit."
His voice was low and magnetic.
"Huh? What? Sit? Now? Do it?" She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson as she hesitantly moved her feet, looking shy and awkward, as if she could drip water from her demeanor.
Du Heng Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, instantly understanding why she stood there in a daze. So this little head was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts.
He lounged lazily, his long legs casually crossed. His posture seemed nonchalant yet exuded an indescribable elegance. Leaning back slightly against the soft sofa, it felt as if the entire sofa belonged to him alone. His long fingers were carelessly draped over the backrest, slightly curled as if inadvertently showcasing his inherent strength and composure.
"I meant for you to come over and sit down. Aren't you tired standing?"
His tone carried a hint of helplessness, his deep voice resonating from within his chest, tinged with a suppressed emotion. The man sitting on the sofa tilted his head slightly, his profound gaze beckoning her to sit beside him. That look seemed to possess an invisible allure that was hard to resist.
"Huh? Sit? Okay."
At that moment, Chi Mu Jiu wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in; she felt utterly embarrassed! He had asked her to sit down, not to do that other thing. Her mind really failed her at such a critical moment—there was no saving it now.
However, when she stole a glance at him, she saw that he looked so at ease; he hardly seemed like someone who had come to provide a service.
How does it feel like he’s the one spending the money? Isn’t this just turning the tables?
Chi Mu Jiu muttered to herself as she slowly made her way to him. Just as she was about to sit down, he effortlessly lifted her up again and placed her back on his lap.
It seems like this little one can’t resist me any longer, huh?
Du Heng Yan's expression held a hint of amusement, his eyes glinting with playful mockery.
Chi Mu Jiu’s heart raced faster; she didn’t know how to respond and buried her head lower, feeling as if the heat radiating from her could ignite her entirely.
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned ambiguous and delicate, even the air felt thick and sticky.
“P-please be mindful of your actions. You’re the male model I booked; I’m your boss. Isn’t it expected for you to provide your services?”
Chi Mu Jiu didn’t even realize what she was saying, her mind a blank slate, tangled in a mess of thoughts, and words spilled uncontrollably from her lips.
At that moment, she was utterly flustered, completely losing the calmness and rationality she usually maintained.
Another male model, and now he claims he’s here to provide a service?
Du Heng Yan chuckled.
He couldn’t help but laugh at this little one in his arms, who was blushing like a ripe apple while still trying to act so boldly!
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