Wei Anning's heart clenched suddenly as she turned to look at him. Under the lingering light, the man's eyes were turbulent, as if he was holding back something. Her heartbeat thundered, "You..."
Leng Youchen lowered his eyes to her slightly parted lips, the desire in his gaze grew even deeper. He leaned down, covering her lips while whispering ambiguously, "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."
Their lips met, and Wei Anning's eyes widened in shock as his handsome face suddenly loomed close. She stopped breathing. What, what was he doing? Didn't he distrust her? Hadn't he said she disgusted him? Why was he still kissing her?
As he kissed her, it was not enjoyment she felt. Remembering the humiliation in the president's office that day, she felt afraid, thinking even this kiss was deliberate, waiting for her to really fall for it before he would douse her with cold water and wake her up.
