Wen Ran sat on Fu Chenlie's lap, nervously staring into his deep, beguiling eyes, and for a moment, she felt her heart race so fast it almost leapt out of her throat, "Wha... what's the most basic thing?"
He didn't speak, but his left hand rose, gently touching her face; the calloused tips of his fingers caressed her right cheek in a dangerous and lingering gesture...
Wen Ran could distinctly feel the warmth of his fingertips, staring blankly at him, forgetting even to speak.
Fu Chenlie leaned in, inching closer to her.
Even if she was naive, she knew what he intended to do and, without thinking, reached up to grab his large hand to move it away.
But the man effortlessly captured her hand, his deep and magnetic voice carrying a hint of seductive persuasion, "Mrs. Fu, there are some things you can avoid temporarily but can't escape forever. Be a good girl, and maybe the process will even be enjoyable, right?"