The gaze was calm, "Compared to your senior brother, am I more important?"
Nan Wan's answer was almost instantaneous, "Of course."
As soon as she spoke, her wrist was firmly grasped, and with a pull and a tug, her body lost balance, falling entirely into the man's embrace.
A faint scent of tobacco mingled with a hint of cool mint wafted into her nose.
The man's movements were not gentle but carried a wild roughness. Strangely, Nan Wan did not find it repulsive.
A potent allure of hormones.
Mu Jin Huan gripped the woman's waist with one hand, and lifted her chin with the other, his gaze deep and his voice as low and pleasant as ever, "Won't you reconsider?"
With such a gesture, Nan Wan had no choice but to meet his gaze. His warm breath brushed against her skin, seemingly permeating her pores, and her nostrils were filled with his scent.
A slight smile curled on her lips, "If I reconsider, what I say might not be the same as before."
