Fu Chenlie's temples throbbed with anger.
How dare she speak to him like this?!
All over a lousy bracelet?!
Rage scurried chaotically within the man's chest as his dark eyes glared at her viciously, nearly reaching out the next second to throttle her to death.
But Wen Ran was completely oblivious.
Her thoughts were in turmoil, feeling irritated; once she freed her wrist, she leaned over the desk to start reading her book.
However—
Just as her hand touched the edge of a page, her chair was entirely spun around.
Following that, her arm was grabbed, and she was yanked to her feet.
Caught by surprise, she found herself pinned against the glass wall of the lounge.
Fu Chenlie leaned in close, released her hand, and gripped her chin, kissing her fiercely.
Wen Ran's eyes widened in shock.
As her brain exploded with confusion, she also pushed against the man who was pressing his body against her.