The night Jiang Yan forced Su Qing to marry him.
He trapped her in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a skyscraper.
Brilliant fireworks burst behind her, while the man everyone else saw as arrogant, aloof, and celibate wrapped an arm around her waist.
His lips brushed her ear as his warm breath carried a coaxing whisper: “Qingqing, just give in and marry me, okay?”
Su Qing pressed a hand to the man's chest, her fingers trembling.
Beneath her palm, his heart pounded like a drum, each beat reminding her how fiercely he loved her.
When she didn't answer,
he leaned closer.
He raised both her hands above her head, his lips grazing hers as he murmured seductively, “Then I'll give in and marry you.”
