"How am I supposed to 'manage' you...?"
Jiang Qingli sat up, wrapping her arms around Xie Youchen's shoulders.
She looked down at him, her gaze raking over every inch of his skin as the index finger of her other hand traced down his jawline.
Feeling the man's Adam's apple bob, she curved her lips into a smile and whispered, "I want to lock my dear brother in a gilded cage, so he can only see me every day. He'll be used by me and still have to give himself to me, doing whatever I say... How does that sound?"
Her sweet breath was inches away. Her cool fingers slid slowly over his skin, and her deliberately softened breaths caressed his earlobe and cheek, carrying a dizzying scent.
Xie Youchen tensed instantly.
Jiang Qingli squinted at him for a few seconds, her lips slightly parted as she tilted her head up and leaned in.
The man's fingers, resting on her waist, instinctively tightened, pulling her closer in response.
