I froze, caught off guard by Cheng Yu's question.
What mattered was that he stared intently into my peach blossom eyes with a mixture of sincerity and pretense.
If he had a place in my heart, I feared my future wouldn't bode well.
If I said no, I might only make him angrier.
I didn't directly answer his question but instead took his hand and placed it on my chest, "Mr. Cheng, do you hope you have a place in my heart?"
He chuckled lightly, his fingers suddenly tightened their grip, causing me to involuntarily groan, but I didn't look away and kept my gaze fixed on him.
After a prolonged stare, he suddenly flipped over and pinned me down on the back seat, his fingers becoming increasingly presumptuous, "Sometimes I think your heart is made of stone; any other woman would have warmed up by now."
"Mr. Cheng, has anyone ever told you that your heart seems made of stone too?" I retorted, feeling his fingers venture to more sensitive territory, and I forcefully grabbed hold.
