Ye Wenjun spoke earnestly, her calm and beautiful eyes unfluctuating as she stared straight ahead as if making a decision.
Fang Yu had the illusion that she was compromising to secure his affection—was she preparing to offer herself to keep his heart?
Fang Yu chuckled.
"An unwilling melon is not sweet, are you doing this of your own free will?"
"You don't believe me?"
Ye Wenjun slowly turned her head, her stunning face fully revealed, and her clear eyes gazed at Fang Yu.
Her evening dress seemed to have slipped a little, revealing her fair skin, accentuating her slender figure.
Fang Yu couldn't help but take a second look.
Ye Wenjun wasn't angry.
At that moment Fang Yu was stunned, Ye Wenjun's lips moved faintly—
"Kiss me."
"Uh."
Fang Yu flinched as if jolted, speaking truthfully, any man would find it impossible to resist the temptation of such an exceptional beauty.
Who would have thought that Ye Wenjun, the president of the Ye Group, would be so forward?