The tension in the room shifted after their discussion on recruitment. A playful glint entered Wang Li's eyes as he stared at Xia Bingling. "So, my dear," he began, his voice a husky whisper, "how will you compensate me for my invaluable services?"
Xia Bingling, still flushed from their earlier encounter, understood the double meaning behind his words. A blush crept up her neck as she feigned innocence. "Compensate you?" she echoed, her voice laced with amusement. "What do you have in mind, Li?"
Wang Li's smile widened, a flicker of mischief dancing in his ruby eyes. He took a slow step towards her, his gaze tracing the elegant curve of her neck. With a swift movement, he reached out and grazed his fingers against the silk sash holding her robe closed.
"Let's just say," he continued, his voice a low rumble, "I require a more… personal form of payment."