Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Her response was a man's rough, large hand gently touching her waist.

Through the thin silk nightgown, she slowly moved upwards.

Shang Xi couldn't help but tremble, her hands gripping the man's robe tightly.

At that moment, their breathing was clearly audible in the darkness.

Si Tingye seemed quite pleased with her feigned composure despite her fear, and whispered in her ear, "Miss Shang, your violin has been taken to the guest room by Yin Xiu."

"!!!"

"I don't like it too noisy in the manor, so if you want to touch it, you can wait until I leave."

"..."

"But now, we need to do something else."

Shang Xi chuckled twice, trying to calm her trembling voice, "What is it?"

Although she guessed that she might not escape her fate tonight and that some kind of exercise was probably unavoidable, she still felt that things were not that simple.

However, the only thing that brought her joy was that her mother's belongings were still there.

That's enough.

The man gently patted her back with his large hand. "Turn on the light on your right."

They are now sitting on the big bed, and the bedside lamp is obviously not far away.

Without a moment's hesitation, Shang Xi quickly reached out and touched the light not far away, then pressed the button.

The sudden light made her eyes uncomfortable, and she subconsciously closed and blinked. It took her a while to realize that she was still sitting on the man's lap.

Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke first.

Contrary to expectations of an ambiguous atmosphere, Shang Xi felt even colder after seeing the cold-toned room.

However, when she saw the wound on the man's cheek, she couldn't help but be taken aback again. "Mr. Si, how did you get injured on your face?"

This wound didn't seem to be there when I had dinner just now, how did it suddenly appear?

Moreover, who would dare to provoke the Grand Duke Jupiter?

Si Tingye's gaze beneath his gold-rimmed eyes was indifferent and sharp, as if he could see right through everything in front of him.

After a minute of silence, he opened his thin lips, his voice icy yet with a hint of amusement, "Miss Shang broke the vase on the table when she hurriedly left the restaurant."

"..."

“That vase was made in the Qing Dynasty imperial kiln. It was auctioned in London a few years ago for £5300 million. I suppose Miss Shang, having lived in London for so many years, should know its value.”

"..."

"Putting aside the vase, the shards that fell to the ground just happened to bounce off and hit my face, which is why Miss Shang asked the question just now."

After hearing these words, Shang Xi's lips twitched.

She quickly organized her thoughts and asked earnestly, "So, Mr. Si's facial condition was indirectly caused by me?"

The £5300 million was simply ignored.

Anyway, she belongs to this man from head to toe now. He has no money, but he can take her life. Do whatever you want.

Besides, what could she do if the vase broke and cut her face?

As Si Tingye watched the woman's red lips open and close, and considering that the nightgown the maids had prepared for her was slightly revealing, a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes, even though he was a normal man.

Shang Xi's mind went completely blank the moment she stepped into the bedroom, so her usually sharp mind had completely shut down.

After asking the question, she didn't get an answer, and her attention inadvertently drifted to the man's hands, which had taken off his gloves.

These clean, slender hands had once caressed her entire body, and were still wandering over her now.