Wei Anning shivered all over, seeing the turtle she had just drawn, she quickly smiled apologetically, "Just doodling, just doodling, don't mind it."
Leng Youchen took a long stride and was in front of her in an instant, smiling as he said, "Since you like drawing turtles so much, draw five thousand turtles. I'll come out later to count them, if there's one missing, you'll draw another thousand."
Wei Anning's eyes widened like copper bells, "Leng Youchen, if I draw five thousand turtles, my hand will break."
Leng Youchen leaned down, one hand braced on the sofa, the other on the coffee table, approaching her dominantly and dangerously.
Wei Anning was so frightened she leaned back, avoiding his intense male aura, and said sternly, "What are you doing, don't think of forcing yourself on me, I'll scream."
Leng Youchen looked at her lecherously, seemingly intending to force himself, but his words made Wei Anning spit blood.
