C36 I Don't Want Cheap Things!

Gu Zhuohua smiled with a slyness that was almost sinister. She habitually placed her right hand on the table, noticing the man's slight flinch. Swiftly, she reached over with a graceful, fluid motion to pick up the bottle, her voice turning soft and warm. "A bet's a bet."

The man lowered his gaze, pondering her earlier gesture. For a long moment, he studied the woman before him