Since the food had already been prepared beforehand, Xuxu had to have dinner before she left.
Dinner wasn't ready yet, so Wen Xuxu and Wang Daqin chatted on the sofa while waiting.
After having a few drinks, she went upstairs to use the bathroom.
Although she no longer stayed at the Yan house, Wang Daqin still kept her room the way it was when she was here.
Her room was on the second floor to the right. When she walked past the study, the door opened and she was grabbed by the neck and hauled inside.
She wanted to let out a scream when suddenly firm lips pressed over her own.
The thin touch made her dizzy. Her eyes opened wide, and she forgot where she was.
Rich dominance filled the air, and time seemed to flow backward.
That gentleness was short-lived, and he'd made a vow.
Memories replayed like a scene from an old movie.