Chapter 2. Demon Brother, Gong Heng 2

The room's lights suddenly became bright, illuminating his flawless face once again before her.

Her heart seized up abruptly, without any preparation, he appeared without warning.

He wore a simple, understated white shirt, with evenly set gold buttons that exuded nobility. His pure white casual trousers highlighted the wild and unrestrained aura emanating from him.

His black hair was slightly disheveled, his firm jawline and precise facial contours, dense eyebrows added a mature masculine charm, his tall nose bridge, sensual thin lips, slightly upturned mouth corners, and a pair of eyes locked onto her like an eagle eying its prey.

She was at a loss.

Her face had turned utterly pale, subconsciously gripping the thin silk quilt tighter, her palm underneath covered with a dense layer of sweat.

The arc of his mouth grew wider, his hands leisurely stuffed in his pockets, he walked towards her with slow, measured steps.

One step... two steps... three steps...

The closer he got, the paler her face became, until her small red lips began to tremble gently.

She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move.

All she could do was watch as his tall figure slowly approached, kneeling before her, sitting on the edge of the bed. One large hand slid out from his pocket, gently caressing her small face, the calluses in his palm creating an undeniable sting on her skin.

"Mianmian, have you missed me these past two years?"

Her large eyes were filled with fear, her scattered long hair carried a cautious terror, "Go... Gong... Gong Heng..."

Even now, she still felt all this was unreal.

He, had truly returned.

He came back when she was completely unprepared.

Gong Heng squinted his eyes, his handsome, thin lips curved into a line, his black pupils sank into a profound gray darkness, his voice even lower and laced with a faint smile, "What did you just call me?"

Her body involuntarily shuddered, trembling violently, because at this moment, his hand had slid down to her shoulder, his long fingers subtly undoing the button at her collar.

"Big brother!"

She hastily reached out her hand to grasp his mischievous hand, almost crying out, her whole being shrank back into the corner of the bed. He easily grabbed her collar and pulled her back into his embrace.

The cool scent of mint, his distinctive fragrance.

It once infiltrated her blood, seeped into her bones, and became the nightmare she could never erase...

"Don't!"

Her trembling struggles were like a tickle to him; he effortlessly caught her small hand, seized her pale face, her delicate chin hardly filling his palm, easily dominating.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

...

"Your struggling looks so cute, I could tear off your clothes this instant, to have my way with you..."

...

Her face had lost all color, her restless little hand could only tremble, not daring to struggle anymore, so when he undid his second shirt button to reveal a hint of skin, tears of humiliation flowed down.

At that moment, a knocking sound came from the door.

"BOSS, the mayor is in the living room."

A flash of joy and relief crossed Mu Mian's face, as if feeling rescued, her long eyelashes still wet with tears, her pretty little face full of a pitiful expression.