Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 550 - 241 Opportunity and Fastball_3

"I permit, then you can move, I don’t give, you can’t ask for it proactively. Understand?"

Exactly right!

That’s the spirit!

Yan Mengqing was so excited that her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist, she eagerly nodded: "Okay! Then what should I call you in the future?"

She seemed like a natural "Sacred Body," effortlessly casting major seduction techniques, all so naturally.

Su Huai certainly understood her mind, and even keenly realized that the more humiliating and dominant the title, the more it excited her.

*****?

A term that could only appear on a pornographic website or among forum administrators flashed through Su Huai’s mind.

However, he was not planning to suggest it, not even prepared to satisfy her basic wish.

"Call me junior. Are we that familiar?"

Su Huai sneered as he pulled away, not giving her a chance to climb up and establish a relationship.

Yan Mengqing immediately felt so wronged that she started crying, two tears falling from the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful.

Yet, within that pitifulness, she clenched her lower abdomen tightly, as if enduring something.

With a beep, the panel notified her that Yan Mengqing’s Favorability Rating had surged to the peak of 100 points, then slowly slid back down to the 90s.

Ha!

Su Huai shook his head and scoffed, picked up his jacket, and turned towards the room’s main door.

The brotherhood, which was on the verge of exploding, made his steps a bit splayed, but to Yan Mengqing, Su Huai’s retreating figure looked even more domineering.

She struggled to prop up her upper body, issuing a final plea: "Junior, when you have the time, could you come to see me, please?"

Su Huai did not respond, his footsteps not slowing in the slightest.

Bang!

The copper door of the presidential suite opened then shut, the muffled sound echoing in the empty room, also echoing in her hollow heart.

Some love arrives unexpectedly and inexplicably, you can’t even call it love, but Yan Mengqing insisted that she had completely fallen in love with this man.

This love wasn’t sweet, but it was filled with a sinister allure that led her into endless fantasies.

She collapsed softly onto the carpet and turned her head to the floor-to-ceiling window. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The faint neon lights entered the living room, forming a trapezoid frame from bright to dark within three feet of the window, the couch Su Huai had sat on was right in the frame’s center.

She raised her right hand half into the air, looked at fingers as slender and proportionate as Su Huai’s in the dim light, gleaming white like jade, while the shadow cast on the couch’s armrests twisted like a bunch of withered branches, suddenly she started to chuckle lightly.

She wasn’t crazy, in fact clearer than usual.

She couldn’t wait to take out her phone, took a picture of the scene, and sent it to Su Huai.

Naturally, she received no response.

But she wasn’t in a hurry at all, typing and deleting, deleting and typing, to caption the photo.

Ultimately, the message she sent out was this:

"Look, black and white, two sides of the same coin.

White is shiny and beautiful, exposed for others to see.

Black is twisted and ugly, either forever hidden or completely entrusted to someone who can control and embrace it.

Master, will you come to control it for me, please?

I’ll be good, I’ll obey, I beg you, please have your way with me..."

She, who was least qualified, laid it straight out in the most brazen manner, like a madwoman.

But this just happened to be Yan Mengqing’s smart move: having no room for maneuver, she could only be straightforward. She and Su Huai lacked interaction; opportunities wouldn’t come again and again.

Su Huai still didn’t respond, but an unbidden sense of soul-deep pleasure welled within him.

This joy was something he had never experienced before.

And this peculiar experience only made him more determined in his belief—

A man must focus on himself; once you’re awesome, all sorts of crazy good things will come knocking on your door.

Chasing meat like a mad dog is never as effective as attracting bees and butterflies.