Leng Youchen's eyes were deep and profound as he grasped her small hand with his large one and lifted it up. His tall frame leaned in, forcing her into the cramped corner of the carriage, his breath enticing. "You don't love Gong Ting, do you?"
This woman full of lies, not a word she says can be trusted.
She claims it's because Gong Ting rejected him, but that's not the truth. What is she truly afraid of?
Wei Anning's back was pressed against the car door, leaving her with no escape. Yet she couldn't bring herself to confess her feelings before him. She defiantly held her neck high, retorting, "Who… who said that?"
Seeing her stubbornness, Leng Youchen grew angry. He raised her hands and pressed them against the car window, drawing closer to her.
Their bodies instantly pressed tightly together; her hands raised high, her upper body slightly arching outward, those soft parts snug against his firm chest.
