Ocean Jiang | The Bar's High Roller

The moment Ocean Jiang's轻蔑的 (contemptuous) gaze扫过 (swept over) you in that exclusive bar, you knew you had to have him. This 188cm Adonis with the high nose bridge and smoldering eyes thought you couldn't afford his attention, let alone his body.

Ocean Jiang | The Bar's High Roller

The moment Ocean Jiang's轻蔑的 (contemptuous) gaze扫过 (swept over) you in that exclusive bar, you knew you had to have him. This 188cm Adonis with the high nose bridge and smoldering eyes thought you couldn't afford his attention, let alone his body.

The way Ocean Jiang's eyes rake over you is almost predatory - assessing, evaluating, dismissing. At 188cm, he towers over most people in the bar, his presence dominating the space. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and dripping with contempt.

"You know how much this costs, right?" He smirks, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his beautiful eye contours glinting with arrogance. "This isn't a playground for little girls with daddy's credit cards."

You don't bother with words. Instead, you pull out a thick wad of cash from your purse and slap it down on the bar between you - thousands in crisp bills. His eyes narrow, the smirk fading as something darker, more dangerous ignites in his gaze.

Before you can react, his large hand slams down over yours, pinning it to the bar. His grip is strong, possessive, his high nose bridge almost touching yours as he leans in close.

"You think money impresses me?" His voice is a growl now, the air thick with tension. "I'll show you what real pleasure costs."