Before Ye Xingguang could react, she was already pinned against the door by the man.
"Forgive me, will you?" The deep magnetic voice was irresistible, with each word spoken intimately close. Their foreheads were pressed together, the tips of their noses touching, and an implicit desire erupted between them like a thunderous storm.
Ye Xingguang was squeezed against the door, her breath irregular and chaotic. How could she resist him?
She mustn't, she must control herself, she must remain serene like a peaceful river, she can do that!
With this in mind, she tried to keep her face expressionless, not letting any waves of emotion ripple across her heart.
The deliberately composed look on her face left Ye Jun Qing feeling unsure. Did she still not believe him?