Fu Jichen leaned back into the sofa, the fabric of his clothes rubbing against the leather, emitting a faint rustling sound. His dark eyes gazed at Zhu Yilan, devoid of any emotion, as if looking at an inanimate object, completely unmoved by her beauty.
After a while, he lifted the hand resting on the sofa armrest, pressed it against his chin, and let out a low, cold laugh: "Do you know what you're doing?"
How could someone sit there yet exude such an overwhelming aura, a chilling presence that seemed ready to devour anyone in its path.
Zhu Yilan met his icy gaze, belatedly feeling fear and shame.
However, the words had already been spoken; there was no taking them back, especially since they were her true feelings. She wanted to be his woman, ever since she first saw him at the Junshan Group Headquarters, she was captivated.
She found herself increasingly unable to control her desires, wanting more.
