He glared at Song Wanning with a guarded expression, looking as if he would rather die than submit.
Hearing this, Song Wanning froze for a moment before bursting out laughing.
Her playful gaze fell upon Feng Youming.
'Where on earth does he get this confidence?'
"You're actually right. I... do have improper designs on you."
"From the very first moment I saw you, I've wanted to trap you by my side forever..."
'Break your limbs, rip out your meridians, and turn you into a doll that will obediently stay by my side.'
Song Wanning didn't speak the rest of her thoughts aloud, but the look in her eyes grew even deeper and more profound.
A chill ran down Feng Youming's spine, but after hearing Song Wanning's words, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
He knew it. The woman's earlier actions and gaze were definitely a sign that she harbored ill intentions toward him.
He had seen far too many women like her.
