Yun Mo couldn't lie to himself and say he felt nothing.
On the contrary, in the face of this femme fatale, he found it impossible to control the pounding of his heart.
Whether it was her face, her body, every frown and every smile, or even her soul… it all radiated a bewitching and seductive charm that seemed determined to drag him into an abyss.
He understood this was no ordinary love.
'It's more like a bone-deep possessiveness. Releasing it rashly would probably scare her.'
To put it simply…
'He just wanted pure possession, not the leisurely romance of lovers.'
In the low-key, luxurious office, the dignified man's pupils were jet-black. His long lashes cast faint, sharp shadows, his gaze dark and brooding.
'There's no rush…'
He had all the time in the world to lift her to the highest pinnacle.
And then, with his own hands, he would break her wings… leaving her to do nothing but curl up in his arms, hopeless and pitiful.
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