Her small, white hand pushed against Li Beichen's chest, preventing the man's elegant figure from coming any closer.
His overpoweringly masculine aura intermingled with the faint smell of tobacco.
This made Ye Qingge's throat tighten instinctively. Such a nerve-racking and strange sensation made her tense.
"Then why are you so close to me, Mr. Li?" Her calm voice carried a hint of sarcasm but had a sliver of rage too.
Only Ye Qingge, who was slightly nervous, was unaware of the effect she had.
"I want to know that too. Why do I let you near me? I've even let you sit on my lap and violate my body. I don't hate your kiss. Furthermore, I even want to get to know you intimately and physically!"
Li Beichen was a man of a few words. He had a quiet and cold personality which made him adverse to idle chatter.
He certainly would not have made such an outburst unless he was sure.
