The Tycoon's Secret Bride

"Wh..at..are..you doing?! Let go of my hand!"

The moment she felt the warmth of his mouth on her skin, it was as though she had been struck by lightning. A strange sensation went straight simultaneously to her belly and lower region in between her legs, causing her to shake from its intensity. It took a while, before Duan Chengyu reluctantly let go of her hand. Liu Rachael couldn't meet his eyes, knowing that hers would have given away the dėsɨrė that burned within.

"Get dressed we are dinning out."

When he saw her bleeding, Duan Chengyu knew that he wasn't going to let her cook his food. To him, the solution was an evening out, even though he had asked her about it earlier during the day at his office.

"But..I'm making dinner!"

She saw his eyes begin to roam up and down her scantily clad body, involuntarily her hands went straight to cover her ċhėst area, while glaring at him with anger in her eyes.

"What are you looking at?!"

That was when he couldn't hold it any longer and began laughing at her childishness.

"How about this?"

"Please delete it."