For a moment, only Feng Chengyu and Lin Yixun remained in the private room. Feng Chengyu still had a calm expression, while Lin Yixun was filled with anxiety.
After a long silence, she finally repeated in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist suddenly tightened.
Beneath her was the soft truth sofa, and before her was the man's aggressive handsome face.
The man's warm breath hit her face, mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigars. For some reason, Lin Yixun felt that his breath carried a burning heat, as if getting closer would scorch her face.
The man's long fingers lightly pinched her chin, and a rich yet cold voice came from above.
"Lin Yixun, you know I like you."
Lin Yixun was no fool and naturally understood what Feng Chengyu meant.
Her lips trembled. Even though she had prepared for the worst before coming, when the moment arrived, she still couldn't remain calm.
