They barely made it through the hallway before Ruan Lihua's patience snapped. Her heels clicked with urgency as she opened her bedroom door, then spun around and pushed Zhao Yiming inside with a devilish smile.
"You've been staring at me all day," she purred. "Time to make it worth my while."
Before he could say a word, she shoved him onto the bed. Zhao Yiming raised an eyebrow, more amused than surprised.
After all, the one who stared at him like he was prey was Ruan Lihua all along.
Ruan Lihua climbed on top of him like a queen taking her throne, her eyes dark with mischief and heat.
"You're not even trying to pretend you want romance first?" he asked with a smirk.
She leaned close, her breath hot against his neck. "You want sweet talk, go date a virgin. I'm not here to cuddle."
Zhao Yiming chuckled. This woman, this chaotic little firestorm of elegance and filth, was exactly his type of problem.
