Natalia raised her eyebrows slightly, then shook her head:
"I don't quite understand."
Lin Lang chuckled softly, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes:
"Then let me tell you, come here."
...
A flash of disdain passed through Natalia's eyes. She felt that Lin Lang was just a lecher, a trick she had seen many times.
However, she still walked over calmly.
The sound of her high heels clicked crisply on the ground, each step carrying the confidence and composure unique to an agent.
Then she sat on the edge of Lin Lang's bed:
"What do you want to tell me?"
Lin Lang reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Natalia looked coldly at Lin Lang's hand but made no move to break free.
The next second!
She was pressed down onto the bed by Lin Lang, her back hitting the soft mattress with a dull thud.
Natalia lay there with a calmness so intense it was almost frightening, her eyes even gleamed with a hint of provocation, as if declaring to Lin Lang that she would never easily submit.
