Wei Anning was terrified and somehow found the strength to push the man's head away, almost tumbling and scrambling off his lap. Fortunately, the floor was carpeted with thick rugs, but the "thud" when she hit the ground was enough to cause the man distress.
Leng Youchen's eyebrows knitted tightly together, his handsome face dark with anger as he glared at her, visibly unable to save face.
Who else could feel as frustrated as he did?
When it came to this, women and men were different. If a woman was willing to give her body to a man, it meant she truly fell in love, offering both body and soul. But for a man, it might just be a simple surge of hormones, acting on impulse rather than emotion.
That's why she was afraid—afraid of losing not just her body but also her heart.
And when she left, she would surely be in unbearable pain.
Watching Leng Youchen slide over in his wheelchair, she stretched out a hand to stop him, "Don't come any closer!"
