Seeing Xia Yanxin frozen in fear like a little rabbit, the wickedness in Long Yutian's dark pupils intensified, "I don't care which media outlet sent you in as a reporter, but now that you're on board, you know what you should do!"
His large hand exerted force, and the black camera split in the middle. With a light toss, the pieces were thrown into the trash can.
"No wonder Ye Huan said you were problematic. It turns out you really are bold. But, Young Master Long likes this sort of wild little sweet thing. Too docile and it gets somewhat tiresome..."
He lowered his head, his burning tongue tracing her delicate earlobe, slowly savoring the soft elasticity of her skin...
