"Five million—" Before Lu Xiuyun could finish his shout, Su Li truly covered his mouth with her hand.
In that instant, a familiar scent of perfume wafted toward Lu Xiuyun—a fragrance that belonged exclusively to Su Li. Then, he felt a soft, warm sensation against his lips. He stiffened, his mind going completely blank. He couldn't hear a word being said on stage; his entire world had shrunk to the face of the woman inches away and the touch that sent his heart racing like thunder. He gripped the edge of his clothes unconsciously, inwardly annoyed at how easily he had lost his composure, yet unable to stop himself from drowning in this sudden, intimate contact. He was filled with a mix of shyness and bewilderment.
Not until the auctioneer’s third gavel strike—thirty-five million, going once, going twice, sold—did Su Li let go of Lu Xiuyun. She then said to him, "I’m telling you, keep your money. Do you have an addiction to being a sucker?"
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