With that thought, Wang Chen lowered his head to look at Wenwen in his arms.
His gaze was no longer as flippant and uncertain as before, but filled with a scorching intensity.
Such a look made Wenwen feel as if she was being targeted by a wild beast.
At that moment, she felt like a little white rabbit playing in the jungle, and Wang Chen, the lion that was descending, gazing at her in silence.
Perhaps this lion didn't need to do much, a mere look from him could render her powerless to struggle. She could only compliantly become the lion's ravaged delicacy.
This scene made Wenwen somewhat proud, yet in her heart, she secretly thought, "As expected, no man can resist the seduction of a woman's feigned retreat!"
By now, Wenwen was fairly certain that Wang Chen had completely fallen into the scenario she had crafted.
Of course, she knew that the reason she could lead Wang Chen by the nose was not because she was incredibly intelligent.
