Among them, the most rational and the least reactive was Sheng Ning. Her face still bore a faint, almost indiscernible smile as she stared directly at Meng Ping.
"Do you know? You look really ridiculous right now, very, very ridiculous," she said sarcastically, while Meng Ping pressed her down on the sofa.
"How am I ridiculous?" A man, especially one as supremely domineering as Meng Ping, could hardly tolerate ridicule from a woman. His handsome face carried a hint of malice as he pinned her against the sofa with his body.
"You should know, I could possess you right now, and once you become my woman, I would take good care of you, pamper you, and not let any other man even glance at you. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Really?" Meng Ping's eyes brightened, but Sheng Ning's next words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him.
