The Institute (35)
The black-haired beauty squinted, a mocking smile staining the lifted corner of his eyes. His lips were red and his black hair slipped from the side of his face, hanging down like satin on the crumpled wet suit of his shirt,
Suppressed by the shadows, Chu Yi listened to the extremely provocative drawl and grinned playfully,
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
"Then you try it, the result is either we both lose or you'll die."
The devil's crazy nerves were instantly ignited by Chu Yi, and the trembling pleasure made him laugh uncontrollably. He suppressed his excitement and smiled inexplicably like a gentleman, "What about if I win?"
Chu Yi sneered, "Not a chance."
"Then let's play a game–"