AHHHH!
How could such a man exist?
Yu Lan's anger flared at Jun Lin Yuan's words.
Her rosy lips pressed into a tight line.
'Conceited. Utterly conceited.'
'Jun Lin Yuan is just way too conceited.'
Hearing this, Yu Lan squirmed, desperate to get down, but the man's lean, powerful hand was like a branding iron, clamped firmly around her waist.
Her struggles were like the wriggling of a small animal; for a man accustomed to being dominant and iron-willed, they posed no threat whatsoever.
For some reason, as Jun Lin Yuan gazed at Yu Lan's fair, slightly flushed face, his Adam's apple bobbed. An unbearable desire surged from the depths of his heart.
His heart was pounding—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—and scalding blood rushed from it to his limbs, relentlessly urging him to do *something*.
SMACK!
Biting her lip, Yu Lan slapped Jun Lin Yuan's hand.
Her slender, delicate fingers pinched and twisted at the steel-hard muscle of the man's arm.
"Jun Lin Yuan, let go of me."
