Wei Anning got up and took the initiative to sit on Leng Youchen's thigh, wrapping one arm around his neck, her bright, limpid autumn eyes gazing at him. She looked so innocent and pure, but for some reason, there was an indescribable hint of worldliness about her.
Leng Youchen's inky eyes stared straight at her, his hands hanging by his sides, without the slightest desire to wrap them around her slender waist.
Something was terribly wrong!
Seeing Leng Youchen indifferent, Wei Anning's eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to flirt with him more boldly, afraid of revealing herself. But why wasn't he reacting? They had just gotten married; could the novelty have worn off so quickly?
She suppressed the nervousness in her heart and offered her red lips. Today, she was determined to make him lose control over her.
