With a thud, Ming Li was pressed back against the wall.
There was no gentleness to be found; her wrists were bound with a necktie. Though she had been partially complicit, the sudden loss of movement was still uncomfortable.
Min Chuan’s face was dark as a storm cloud. His lips, stained with lipstick, looked even more intoxicating, yet the gaze he leveled at her was dangerous and sharp. "You!"
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