Leng Youchen's deep-set phoenix eyes were as black as night, fixated on her flower-like smile. His heart stirred, and without warning, he bent down and scooped her up with one arm.
Wei Anning let out a startled gasp, her legs instinctively clamping around his waist, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, fearful of falling. She tilted her head upward, gazing at his impossibly handsome face at such close proximity, and teased, "What are you doing?"
The man's eyes carried a meaningful, almost wicked smile. "I want you."
Wei Anning's ears burned, avoiding the intense, shadowy look in his gaze. The next second, she found herself settled on the desk. Leng Youchen swept an arm, knocking everything off the desk to the floor with a resounding crash.
Then, like a beast, his movements became primal and swift, his tall, broad body pressing between her legs.
