The face suddenly magnified in his eyes, its features so handsome they resembled those of a god, full of allure, not to mention the playful smile that made one's heart tremble.

Qiao Zhen moved aside, but the damn seatbelt was too tight, making the originally spacious car interior feel much more cramped, and even the air felt thin.

She leaned back as far as she could to get away from Lu Zheng, and replied dryly, "Thank you so much."

This is clearly the beginning of a terrible and tragic relationship!

She dared not speak, fearing she might trigger Lu Zheng's madness.

I glanced at the countdown timer at the traffic light, and there were still forty seconds left!

Qiao Zhen was in even greater agony. With nowhere else to retreat, she blurted out, "President Lu, the light is green."

Lu Zheng tilted his head and gazed at Qiao Zhen. The red light of the traffic light tinged her delicate face with a bright crimson, like a delicious and tender cherry, tempting one to savor it.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he casually tugged at his tie. "Where did he touch you?"

Qiao Zhen replied hastily, "I didn't run into him anywhere. I was just about to make a move when you arrived."

"That shows I arrived just in time, doesn't it?" Lu Zheng said with considerable pride.

Not only was it timely, but ever since we met, it's been like an inescapable leech.

Qiao Zhen didn't want to answer, so she asked, "How did you deal with that male model?"

"Take him to the police station. My lawyer will handle it. He'll face legal consequences." Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Qiao Zhen, I've saved you again. Have you thought about how to thank me?"

Qiao Zhen gets a headache whenever he hears the word "thank you." He doesn't want money, he just wants the person, which only makes their immoral relationship more complicated.

"Hmm?" Lu Zheng moved even closer, like a wild beast poised to pounce.

A handsome man, when he displays a wild side, has a fatal attraction for women.

He was so close, his lips brushing against her cheek, the subtle touch sending shivers down her spine. Qiao Zhen's breathing quickened, and fearing Lu Zheng would notice her change in mood, she quickly held her breath.

The red light is counting down to the final ten seconds.

Whether Lu Zheng didn't notice or did it on purpose, he didn't back away.

A motorcycle stopped diagonally in front of the Maybach, and the rider glanced back.

The other party must have seen it; the motorcycle made two "toot-toot" sounds, as if cheering them on.

Qiao Zhen's cheeks instantly burned as if they were melting. She raised her hand and placed it on Lu Zheng's chest, quickly kissing the corner of his lips. "Someone's watching us, let's go..."

The red light finally turned green, the motorcyclist whistled, and sped away.

Lu Zheng, however, remained motionless.

A rapid honking of car horns sounded from behind.

Lu Zheng ignored her, hooked his slender fingers around Qiao Zhen's chin, kissed her, and skillfully pried open her lips and teeth with his tongue, sweeping away all the sweetness like a whirlwind.

"Ugh..." Qiao Zhen tried her best to push Lu Zheng, but she couldn't budge him with his perfect eight-pack abs.

The blaring horn, the burning kiss, the domineering possessiveness—all brought her to the brink of suffocation.

Only when she was out of breath did Lu Zheng release her, lightly licking the corner of his lips with his tongue, "At least this is better..."

Qiao Zhen was so weak from his kisses that she slumped in the passenger seat, panting heavily and unable to speak.

“And…” The man’s nose twitched slightly, then his dangerous gaze swept over her, his brows furrowed, and he stepped on the gas.

Their destination was Lu Zheng's apartment again. Qiao Zhen flinched, and Lu Zheng unbuckled his seatbelt, picked her up horizontally, and quickly returned to the apartment, throwing her into the bathroom.

The hot water dripped from the showerhead, soaking Qiao Zhen's clothes inside and out as she struggled to get up.

The damp clothes clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves.

Lu Zheng's eyes were deep and intense as he forcefully leaned in and pulled down the zipper of her skirt.

"Let me go!" Qiao Zhen cried out in alarm.

Lu Zheng cornered her against the wall, tore her skirt to shreds in a few quick movements, and threw it far away, saying in a hoarse voice, "You smell like that male model's cheap perfume, which I really don't like."

He disliked seeing other men hugging Qiao Zhen even more.

If it weren't for the fact that murder would land him in jail, he would have killed the male model on the spot.

The scene that flashed through his mind ignited a raging lust within him.

The bathroom was filled with steam, which gradually blurred her vision, but Qiao Zhen could clearly see the terrifying, beast-like light flashing in Lu Zheng's eyes. It was the determination to tear his prey apart and devour it, leaving not a drop of blood behind!

She really didn't understand why this man was so obsessed with her. All she knew was that she was in danger and that he would kill her. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape his clutches at all.

Qiao was woken up by the alarm clock. She subconsciously threw off the covers, ready to get up, wash, and go to work. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back. She looked down and immediately woke up completely. She quickly shrank back and wrapped herself tightly in the covers.

Memories of last night's passionate encounter, from the bathroom to the bed, flooded back to Qiao Zhen, churning endlessly in her mind, impossible to shake off.

The shame made her feel ashamed and she thought that Lu Zheng would kill her sooner or later.

Lu Zheng wasn't in bed, but there were signs that someone had slept there. Just as she was wondering what was going on, she heard the door open and close.

Lu Zheng appeared at the doorway carrying a shopping bag. His half-open bathrobe revealed most of his well-defined abs, and his straight, long legs were faintly visible beneath the robe, causing Qiao Zhen to blush involuntarily.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that there was something wrong with his way of dressing, and walked to the bedside in a very flamboyant manner, tossing the shopping bag at the foot of the bed.

The shopping bag tipped over, and a silk dress spilled out like water, along with a set of underwear...

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