The words stumbled out, "In the elevator... there are cameras, could you... could you pay a little more... attention?"
She wore flat shoes, making her appear even more petite in the arms of the tall and robust Mu Jin Huan.
The woman's pale face was tinged with an unnatural blush, and she dared not look at him. It was much more pleasant than when she coldly rejected him.
He glanced back at the camera in the corner with the red light on, his dark eyes calm, as he drew even closer to her soft body.
His well-defined fingers pinched her chin and lifted it up, leaving only a paper-thin distance between their faces. His voice was low and husky, sensual beyond belief, "With me blocking you, what are you afraid of?"
Recently, this man's shamelessness had reached new heights. Nan Wan knew she was no match for him and forcefully pushed his hand away, irritated, "Move aside!"
But just after saying these three words, her wrist was twisted behind her by the man's single hand.
