The feel of it, irresistibly addictive.
Zheng Yuanyuan's face turned red in an instant, as she twisted her body trying to break free from his grasp, but it was futile. To Wang Long, her struggles seemed like an invitation.
Then, something came to Wang Long's mind, and he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, snapping several photos in quick succession. He then shoved the pictures in front of Zheng Yuanyuan's face.
"Miss, don't even think about blabbing about today's events, expecting your old man to sort it out. Let me be straight with you, your family's textile mill is full of holes, it wouldn't stand up to an investigation. If you piss me off, I'm prepared to go down with the ship. Of course, if you just quietly be my girlfriend, I might let your family off the hook," Wang Long said with a sneer, his eyes greedily lingering on Zheng Yuanyuan, filled with insatiable desire.
