"Willing or not, just one word."
Ya Tianxing lifted his eyelids slightly, his brows revealing an unhidden wicked charm and arrogance as he unbuttoned the topmost button of his training uniform, staring at Mo Shangjun. His expression seemed to be subtly wrapped with a trace of threat.
Any semblance of gentleness and consideration had disappeared, replaced by a no longer concealed powerful aura and a demonically charming air.
His actions and demeanor clearly said—
You dare to say 'not willing' and see what happens?
"..."
Mo Shangjun actually fell silent for two seconds.
Out of the blue, she thought of the time when she was in the recon team, and Ya Tianxing stood in front of her, asking her to change her mind.
Damn it.
Even though he was so insolent, he was still damnably handsome.
Oddly enough, the words Mo Shangjun had prepared earlier were once again suppressed.
She wanted to say that everyone has their share of obstacles in romance.
