Leng Youchen hadn't expected to stumble upon such a scene, and if he were a gentleman, he would have immediately withdrawn and closed the door. Regrettably, in front of her, he never prided himself on being a gentleman.
So, not only did he not withdraw, but he also wheeled his chair towards her, bit by bit reducing the distance between them.
The wheelchair stopped behind her, and she could feel a strong predatory presence radiating from the man. Her heart pounded so fiercely that it seemed as though it might jump right out of her mouth with a single word.
She was so flustered that sweat covered her entire body, and she didn't dare to turn around to look at him. She had never been so embarrassed in her life and wished she could burrow into the ground like Tuxing Sun and never come out for all eternity.
Leng Youchen's eyes were dark and deep as he reached out his hand, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
