His eyes were crystal clear and spirited, his gaze direct and unblinking, daring to look anyone in the eye without fear. His emotions were well-concealed, like a mysterious lake, impossible to see through, but definitely not without warmth.
His nose bridge was straight, full of heroic spirit, his chin and entire facial contours elegant, filled with an unyielding atmosphere. This man was full of domineering presence, yet his thoughts were incredibly deep. Whoever offended him would find him approaching silently and imperceptibly, the opponent completely unaware until they were taken down, not understanding how they collapsed.
Especially in the business world, with the slightest wind or grass movement, news would spread quickly, but when he emerged, his enemies only saw his disguised surface, failing to notice the precise calculations and calm waiting beneath, until he seized the perfect moment and struck precisely…
Suddenly, she shivered. She suddenly felt that this kind of man was actually very dangerous.
”Cold?” he asked.
She instinctively shook her head, continuing to look at him. His thin lips were the only soft part she had ever witnessed.
His kiss surfaced in her mind, each taste different. She had never been kissed so breathtakingly, as if about to be drawn into a whirlpool, to be devoured by him. But what shocked her more was that she, who had always been rebellious since childhood, actually persisted until the end, and still got lost in his boiling passion…
”Get out,” he stopped the car in an open-air parking lot.
By now, the sky had darkened.
”What kind of ghost place is this?” she looked out the window.
The surrounding area was a residential zone, with no shops, only a small Japanese restaurant.
”A place to eat,” he said concisely. “Get out.”
Eating is eating, why be so mysterious? She pursed her lips and did as he said.
”Hand,” he extended his hand to her.
”What for?”
”I want to hold it,” with a completely unreasonable tone.
”Dream on!” she spat, her ear roots heating up from his teasing.
He couldn’t be bothered to argue, directly grabbing her hand. She tried to pull away, but he held tighter. The more she tried to shake free, the firmer his grip, and they wrestled their way into the Japanese restaurant.
”Welco—”
Before the “me” could be spoken, Qinyan violently shook her hand, almost hitting the approaching beautiful woman.
