Leng Youchen looked on appreciatively at his wife's bashful appearance, he raised his hand, and the staff immediately understood, quietly exiting to leave space for the affectionate couple.
He wheeled his chair over to Wei Anning and reached out to pull her into his embrace.
Wei Anning tried to struggle, but the man's deep and mellow voice reached her ears, bewitching like a fifty-year-old cellar-aged liquor, "Don't move!"
She truly didn't dare to move, and as she saw his head inch closer, she could see the intense desire swirling in his eyes. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated as their heads drew closer and closer, close enough for their breaths to intertwine.
Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and whispered softly, "What are you going to do?"
