"Zhan Jingting, you are really handsome."

"You said that before." You even said he had the potential to be a gigolo.

Qiao Wanwan swallowed hard, leaned forward, and gently kissed the man's cheek.

The man's gaze deepened. "Madam Zhan, starting a fire comes at a price."

Qiao Wanwan seemed not to understand his words, her dazed eyes fixed on his Adam's apple.

Zhan Jingting had a premonition that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, her kiss landed directly on his Adam's apple.

The man froze, feeling the blood in his body boil and rush to a certain place.

His self-control, which he was so proud of, proved to be incredibly fragile in front of Qiao Wanwan.

Just as Qiao Wanwan was about to speak, the man's face suddenly loomed larger, and the next second, her lips were sealed by his.

The man wrapped one arm around her waist and held the back of her head with the other, deepening the kiss.

"Ugh..." Qiao Wanwan felt dizzy and couldn't breathe.

The maid who was serving her immediately left, knowing better than to leave.

Zhan Jingting kissed the girl as he stood up, carrying her in his arms, and walked upstairs.

Qiao Wanwan was carried into the master bedroom and placed on the bed.

Before she could even open her eyes, the man leaned in and kissed her again.

"Hmm..."

Qiao Wanwan's hands gripped his shoulders weakly, feeling her breath being slowly stolen away.

In her hazy state, she seemed to hear a man's deep, hoarse voice.

"Wanwan, this time you took the initiative first..."

Qiao Wanwan didn't understand what these words meant; she only felt a chill on her body, as if her clothes were gone.

Before she could see clearly, her mouth was gagged, and it felt as if torches were being lit all over her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Qiao Wanwan pushed the man off her forcefully, "Zhan...Zhan Jingting..."

"What's wrong?"

"I feel a little unwell."

"Be good, just bear with it, you won't feel uncomfortable for long."