This pretty young master in front of him was hard to deal with, but… she wasn't even afraid of Liancheng Yazhi. Why would she be afraid of this man?
At this point, she should put on a seductive act already. Rong Yan bit her red lips, and with a slight hesitation playing on her lips, she said, "Then… Young Master Su has no right to say that I'd molested you later."
Su Yu raised an eyebrow as he put down his wine glass. He leaned back against the sofa as a casual smirk appeared on his lips. It was as if he was asking her if she would dare to do it.
Rong Yan grabbed her slightly sweaty fingers as she suppressed her nervousness and silently cheered herself on.
With that, Rong Yan looked up and exposed her slender and fair neck. She took a sip of red wine before she grabbed Su Yu's neck and pressed her lips against his.
One thing that made Rong Yan relax was that Su Yu didn't resist.
