Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck for balance, and before she could even struggle, his long strides carried her toward the bed in the corner of the room.
Her mind whirled, flashes of memory colliding—before going on stage today, she had teased him, had sparked a fire inside his chest, only to abandon him at the very edge of breaking. At the time, she had thought she was clever.
But now…
Now the look in his eyes told her that Fu Jingrong was not a man to be toyed with lightly.
As her back touched the soft bedding, her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird. His shadow loomed above her, the heat of his body surrounding her from all directions.
Hua Jing bit her lip, her ears burning red as he leaned closer, his breath fanning against her skin.
Her voice, trembling yet stubborn, escaped in a whisper:
"Utterly shameless…"
But the sultry tone of her words betrayed her, and Fu Jingrong's smile only grew darker, filled with satisfaction.
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