Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

The second floor is actually very similar to the third floor, with a dark-toned European style.

However, the colorful murals on the wall looked somewhat eerie.

With the dim lighting, it actually looked a bit creepy.

Of course, Shang Xi, who had died once, was naturally frightened by these things.

However, there's something strange.

There was only one door on the entire second floor.

Could it be that there are no other rooms on this floor besides the study?

Shang Xi paused at the door for a few seconds before knocking.

Boom, boom, boom.

After three calls, no one spoke, but surprisingly, the door opened by itself.

After careful consideration, she still chose to walk in quietly.

As expected, the lights in the study were not on, but the curtains were just slightly ajar, and the gentle moonlight streamed through the French windows into every corner.

In the dim light, Shang Xi saw the man sitting at his desk.

She stepped forward, "Mr. Si..."

Before he could finish a complete sentence, Si Tingye interrupted him, "Who let you in?"

"..."

"Didn't you read the agreement carefully?"

"..."

"You are not allowed in my study."

She recalled the maid who had just given her directions, and the fleeting hint of sarcasm on her face as she spoke.

Shang Xi understood.

She was set up; someone wanted her to anger the man.

However, she hadn't actually read the sugar daddy/sugar baby agreement carefully since she received it.

Unable to see the man's expression clearly, Shang Xi could only feign composure and explain in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Si, I just came down to find you because you weren't in the bedroom."

The sweet, coquettish voice made Si Tingye squint his eyes.

His burning gaze slowly swept over the woman's graceful figure, finally settling on her chest.

Based on what he'd learned in the past two days, he was able to see right through Shang Xi.

She wouldn't have come to him so easily without someone else's instigation.

In addition, Yin Xiu discovered today that the home phone had made a call to a London number during the day.

If I'm not mistaken, the old man must have made a move.

"come over."

"..."

"Miss Shang, do you not understand Chinese?"

The sudden change in tone made Shang Xi shiver.

Before a person can even react, their body has already made a move.

It wasn't until she got to the man's side that she noticed he had a cigarette between his fingers.

It doesn't have the pungent smell of nicotine; instead, it has a faint woody scent.

Suddenly, long, strong fingers grabbed her slender arm.

Because of her impulsive nature, Shang Xi had no choice but to sit on the man's lap in a straddle position.

At this moment, their bodies were closely intertwined.

Si Tingye casually flicked the ash off his cigarette from his right hand, and his left hand naturally stroked the woman's hair.

A moment later, a deep, slightly hoarse voice reached her ears, "What do you want?"

The gentle, light touches made Shang Xi's hair stand on end.

Compared to the current Mr. Si with his tender tone, she was still more used to the Mr. Si who would speak coldly at the slightest disagreement.

"Why don't you speak?"

"..."

"Mute?"

Shang Xi coughed lightly and stammered, "Then... Mr. Si, when you go to the city in a few days, will you take me with you?"

The man didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he waited until the cigarette in his hand burned down to the ashtray before hooking her chin with his finger.

Without the barrier of gloves, her rough fingers rubbed against her smooth skin.