The sight of Yan Qingsi's alluring red lips attracted Luo Jinchuan's attention. With a quiver of his throat, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and moved in to kiss her!
She extended her finger and pressed it against his lips, stopping the kiss. "Don't even think about it. I'm not that easy, you know. I'm…not so reckless. Would you always come up empty-handed if I was?"
Luo Jinchuan chuckled softly. He particularly enjoyed that side of Yan Qingsi.
He never had a place in her heart, to begin with—that was something he knew clearly. She was ruthless, calculative, and could easily choose to treat him as a stranger. Despite all that, he still could not control himself from wanting her.
She was the equivalent of a prey-item that stood barely inches away, but could never be captured and devoured.
Like a poisonous poppy, she was dazzlingly beautiful but extremely lethal.
For many men, women like her were fatal attractions.
