Leng Youchen looked at the cold smile on her face, his mind somewhat hazy. He felt as if the distance between them had suddenly become very vast. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed her, tightly holding her wrist.
Some words, without passing through his brain, just blurted out, "Wife, I won't allow you to have the slightest thought of leaving me, do you hear me?"
The man's phoenix-like eyes were deep, and he stared at her without blinking, his deep and dark emotions in his gaze as if he wanted to devour her.
His long hand, holding a cigarette, firmly held her chin, forcing her to meet his dominant gaze. The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the unique scent of male hormones, imposingly enveloped her.
Under his intense gaze, her heartbeat was exceptionally fast, her thoughts nakedly pierced by him, making her feel incredibly guilty.
