The air was thick with a looming tension, as if something was on the verge of happening.
Yet, no one took it further, and time seemed to freeze. Quan Yu's well-defined knuckles glided across Ning Guiwan's cheek, finally pinching the tip of her chin.
Her slender body was fully enveloped in his embrace.
Ning Guiwan placed her hands on his shoulders.
Due to the man's pressing, she leaned back from her waist, her long, curly hair dangling behind her.
Her heartbeat was fast and chaotic.
"Have you thought it through?"
His thin lips slowly approached her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke.
"I'll give you one more chance. Once the game starts, there's no stopping it. Are you sure you can handle it?"
His tone was cold, forceful, and dangerous.
His gaze from above was full of restraint and control.
