His infatuation (3)_1

He wasn't someone satisfied by just a simple kiss, nor did he have the temperament to be swayed by gentle coaxing.

Zhou Luchen stared at her. She took a step back, attempting to increase the distance from his dark and unfathomable gaze.

Completely defenseless, she was suddenly pulled into Zhou Luchen's arms and pressed against his thigh. His movements were so rough that her heel knocked against the table leg.

She cried out in pain, but he only pressed her down more firmly, held her head, and kissed her.

Compared to Shen Jing's kiss, which was like a timid mouse's theft, his was a domineering conquest—skilled and practiced, a punishment for her naivety.

The 240,000 was not easy to obtain.

Shen Jing even forgot how to react, her gaze frozen, unconsciously following his lead. Her soft arms wrapped loosely around his neck, dangling limply.