The man chuckled low, and Wei Liang's fingertips caressed the corner of her eye, the movement carrying an almost irresistibly forceful intensity, "I've told you long ago that anything I desire, I will eventually obtain—including you."
He deliberately emphasized the last three words, and Gu Nanqiao's complexion instantly paled, the shamelessness of this man seemed to have no bounds whatsoever.
Huo Jingting stared at him intently, his gaze burning, "Believe it?"
"What does it matter if I believe or not?" Gu Nanqiao felt as if her chest was being crushed by his pressure, the discomfort akin to suffocation, "Some things, just because you think you have obtained them doesn't mean you truly have."
She refused to cower in front of him, forcibly lifting her eyelids to meet his gaze.
She had taken a shower before she came, and now her body still carried a faint scent of shower gel, a fragrance that tantalizingly lingered at his nostrils.