His voice was full of seduction, like a fallen demon, gradually leading her into the abyss. His usually cold voice carried a hint of hoarseness, like a rich, intoxicating liquor that gets you drunk with a single taste.
It was a snowy day, and the weather was very cold. Yet, whether it was his body temperature or something else, she felt a rush of heat engulfing her whole being. His words were like an aphrodisiac, impossible to resist once consumed.
The air was extremely cold, a contrast of cold and heat, like ice and fire.
...
These words kept swirling in Tong Yan's mind.
Actor, can't you have some shame?
#Didn't expect you to be such an actor#
#I can't believe there are people so shameless in this world#
She couldn't fight him, couldn't out-talk him, and her face wasn't as thick-skinned as his. Could there be anything more hopeless than this?
Nothing at all.
If there were a BMG at this moment, it should be: "What more do you want from me, what do you want."
