So, back then, when he saw the most famous socialite in Yanzhou City devoted to him, He Yizheng couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
Now, even though her status is vastly different from before, she moves his heart more than ever.
Especially those eyes...
He Yizheng cupped her face, met her calm dark eyes, and kissed her again.
He suddenly picked her up horizontally and walked toward the resting room.
"Yizheng..." Xia Xinyu finally broke free from him, breathing slightly heavily, "I can't... my scars haven't completely faded..."
"I don't mind!" He Yizheng said hoarsely, moving in to kiss her earlobe, a sensual moan escaping his throat.
This man's skill in seduction had always been exceptional. Xia Xinyu's breathing gradually quickened, yet she still insisted on pushing him away, "Yizheng... don't..."
He Yizheng had been rejected by her for the second time.
He released her, his voice extremely cold, "Xia Xinyu, what exactly are you being so particular about?"
