"Tell me, Mrs. Fox," he said softly, "do you believe in fate?"
Lin Feng was using one of the oldest tricks in the book to win a woman's heart… speaking in riddles about fate, weaving mystery into his words, and presenting himself as something beyond ordinary understanding.
For most men, such an approach would have come across as forced or transparent.
But Lin Feng was not most men.
He carried a presence that made even the simplest words sound profound.
His face, his physique, and the calm depth of his voice combined into something undeniably compelling… an aura that could make almost any woman's heart stir without resistance.
Mrs. Fox was no exception.
In fact, she was perhaps more affected than she cared to admit.
Mrs. Fox opened her mouth to answer. Before she could say a word, Lin Feng smiled.
Then he leaned forward to capitalize on this great opportunity and gently kissed her.
"Mmm..."
Her eyes widened in shock.
