The Male Lead Goes Bankrupt, and the Female Lead Takes Control

He runs, she chases. He can’t escape even if he grows wings.

“What I bring to you is simply what I want to give you. Whether you need it or your pride is getting in the way, I don’t care. Understand?”

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In a dim room, a woman sat on a black leather sofa beside the bed, legs crossed and gaze cool. A man knelt before her, presenting her with a box tied with a pink ribbon.

The woman lightly lifted the man’s chin with her long, pale fingers. He tilted his head back, gazing at her with unfocused eyes.

“Inside is a gift I got for you. Want to open it?”

The man’s cheeks were flushed an unnatural red. “Thank you, Sis.” He pulled open the box, revealing a silver, openwork muzzle.

The woman stroked his cheek. “I had this made to your measurements. Put it on and see if you like it.”

The man licked the corner of his mouth with his crimson tongue. His glistening eyes held a strange excitement as he took the muzzle out of the box.

“I don’t know how.”

His eyes were clear and innocent, utterly untainted. With utter seriousness, he asked, “Teach me, Sis.”

-

“Let go of me.”

Zhao Yunqing struggled to break free.

The man frowned, visibly displeased. He crouched down and knelt before her, gazing up at her as if begging. His large hands gripped her waist tightly. “No. Qingqing will run away.”

-

“Please, please, make me feel good.”