"Come over", A stern yet cold voice called for her.
Zhang Han walked towards him slowly, had she done something wrong?
"Sit here", the man pointed at his thighs.
Zhang Han stood there with a stupefied expression...sit on his laps?
"Aren't you coming over?", The voice asked again turning much more colder than before.
"I...I...I...", Zhang Han wanted to tell him that she couldn't but she couldn't, the temperature had suddenly become cold so cold that she trembled.
The next moment the man's long hands reached over and clasped her waist pushing her to sit on him.
Zhang Han's eye widened immediately and she tried to stand but the man held her down firmly.
"What? You don't wanna sit on my laps? Don't forget that I call the shots here", the man leaned closer to her ear and whispered in a low hoarse voice his hot breath causing her to tremble.
