Zhu Ling looked at his outstretched hand and bit her lip. After a brief moment of internal struggle, she placed her slender, pale hand in his.
Chen Jincheng had never considered himself a perfect gentleman.
When a girl chose to press forward even after he'd given her a chance to back out, he had no reason to play the prude.
He was far more interested in being skilled at *undressing* women than *understanding* them.
After shutting the car door, Chen Jincheng led her into the villa. He held her hand as they walked up the stairs, step by step, and he could hear her breathing grow ragged.
'She's a little *too* nervous.'
Once inside the room, he shut the door and pinned her against it, his eyes roaming over her brazenly.
By now, Zhu Ling's face was flushed crimson, and she shyly lowered her head.
Her voice was breathless, almost choked. "Boss, this is my first time..."
"???" Chen Jincheng froze, a look of utter disbelief in his eyes.
'Was this his lucky day?'
