On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

The man's shoe tip pressed against her bare toes.

The icy touch made her instinctively want to back away.

Suddenly, a shadow fell.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw him leaning down towards her.

The intense, overwhelming scent of hormones pressed in, almost consuming everything. She swallowed hard, a sense of tension washing over her.

She stood frozen, watching his handsome face slowly descend, drawing ever closer until he stopped just inches away, his breath brushing against her cheek.

His eyes were deep and undisguised, exuding a captivating roguishness, with a hint of blatant innuendo.

How can someone's eyes be so sexy...?

Her cheeks flushed, and she clenched her fingers nervously, instinctively moving to the side.

"what you do?"

"Shouldn't you give me back my glasses?" His deep voice was very serious, and his cold eyes made it impossible for her to get close, as if the flirtatious feeling just now was just her illusion.

Yu Jinzhao, “…” Damn, I almost thought he was going to kiss me.

Has she been driven crazy by this jerk's mentality?

She couldn't help but gasp, coughed lightly, trying to hide her unease, and silently handed him the gold-rimmed glasses in her hand.

He didn't take it, his expression relaxed as he lowered his neck slightly to keep his gaze level with hers. "Please trouble Mrs. Si to help me put it on."

She did as he asked and placed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. The metal frames complemented his intelligent features perfectly, and combined with his inherent arrogance, he gave off the vibe of a thug in a suit.

His gaze never left her for even a moment.

His peach blossom eyes naturally convey deep emotions, which, combined with his eccentric nature, give him a deep sense of possessiveness when he looks at people.

Every time he stared at her, she would think back to that night in the grove three years ago…

The bite he took of her was too deep and too heavy, passionate and violent, as if he wanted to wantonly plunder everything she had.

My heart was pounding, as turbulent as a still lake.

The moment she pulled her hand away, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled it forward.

Her face brushed against his collarbone, and the light shone down, casting their shadows on the white wall, as if they were embracing.

Your heart seems to be beating a little fast.

He tilted his head slightly, the cold gold-rimmed edge of his glasses pressing against her cheek, causing her soft cheek to sink in.

The man's eyes, visible through his glasses, possessed a fierce, untamed power, exuding a chilling roguish charm.

"So, Mrs. Si, what do you think I'm going to do, hmm?"

The low magnetic tone rises at the end, seemingly carrying a hint of passionate flirtation.

But his gaze was cold, as if it were immersed in the cold stars of midnight, a coldness and desire that emanated from his very bones.

Clearly, he just wanted to know her reaction.

Her breathing slowed instinctively. His enigmatic demeanor was like Pandora's box, silent yet stirring up a pool of spring water.

That's such a damn scumbag.

How should she answer?

She couldn't very well tell him the truth—that she thought he was going to kiss her—because he would undoubtedly take the opportunity to mock her for being delusional.

Or did she think he wanted her to help him clean his eye boogers?

While he was struggling with his decision, he placed his palm on the side of her neck and turned her face towards him.

The rough texture spread from my skin throughout my body, leaving me with a slightly tingling sensation.

Having learned from her previous experience, she remained motionless, afraid of making another blunder.

His burning fingertips slowly moved up her beautiful cheek, landing on the corner of her eye, and gently touched it.

She could almost feel the texture of his fingertips, like feathers brushing against the most delicate skin under her eyes, making her shiver with ticklishness.

"you……"

Suddenly, he pressed his fingertip firmly against the corner of her eye.

The burning sensation intensified, as if branded, searing deep into her soul.

He caught the panic she was trying to hide, licked his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he made a swallowing motion.

"Cried?"

She was bewildered.

It's unbelievable how sharp his eyes are. She had only slightly choked up because of her brother's emotion, and he could see right through it.

She glanced at him quickly; his eyes, like carved jade, were thick and deep, like an unyielding ink painting.

The moment she met his gaze, she couldn't help but look away within a second, as if the sun was too bright to look directly at, its rays too intense to burn her eyes.

Just as he was about to make up an excuse, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Bo Sibai walked in and the first thing he saw was the shadows of two people embracing on the white wall. He paused for a moment to make out what they were like.

The moment the door opened, Yu Jinzhao jolted away from Si Qing as if electrocuted. Looking up, she met Bo Sibai's questioning gaze, filled with a hint of inquiry.

"What are you doing?"

If he wasn't mistaken, Si Qing, who had just married his new wife, was intimately touching Yu Jinzhao...

Si Qing leaned against the wall, languidly as if boneless, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said in a cold and indifferent tone,

"A man and a woman alone in a room, what do you think we could do?"

Yu Jinzhao's eyelids twitched violently. The way he said it made it seem as if there was something more to their relationship than met the eye.

She and Si Qing were secretly married. Since he hadn't told Bo Sibai beforehand, he must have wanted to keep it a secret from Bo Sibai as well.

What if saying this now makes Bo Sibai misunderstand her as being improper?

She didn't know why, but instinctively she didn't want to leave a bad impression on Bo Sibai.

"Young Master Bo, I'm examining Master Si." Yu Jinzhao cleared his throat, his expression extremely upright and incorruptible, leaving no room for any misunderstanding.

Si Qing narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, stroking the hairpin in his palm, as if he could still smell the unique fragrance of her hair, and his breathing became a little heavier.

He stared at her solemn face as she looked at Bo Sibai, keenly sensing that she seemed to care a great deal about Bo Sibai's opinion...

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