After His White Moonlight Left Again, Jiahe Seized Her Chance

[A cool, refined man in power vs. a pure, sweet beauty, an intense push and pull, neither is sexually inexperienced, bittersweet romance]

Jiang Jiahe woke with a sense of unease.

It was already broad daylight outside. She propped up her weak body and almost instinctively looked toward the window.

The man had woken at some point and was already dressed, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window.

Hearing the faint movement behind him, he slowly turned around.

The morning light was still hazy. The man stood silhouetted against it in a black suit, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with sharply defined features and a profile as keen as a blade.

Some people are born with an aura that makes even their peripheral gaze feel aggressive.

This man was one of them.

He said nothing, merely lowering his eyelids to glance at her.

Jiang Jiahe instantly clutched the bedsheet beneath her with both hands, tense as if she’d been caught doing something wrong.

Her heart pounded. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

If she had to do it again, she wasn’t sure she’d have the courage.

The man’s long legs carried him to the bed in just a few steps.

His intimidating presence pressed down on her from all sides.

He looked down at her in silence.

After a long pause, he reached out and lifted her chin. Forced to look up at him, Jiang Jiahe inevitably met his deep, pitch-black eyes.

Her heart clenched, and his terrifying expression left her unable to say a word.

His expression was indifferent, his pupils dark, and his gaze utterly cold. His thin lips, pressed into a straight line, parted.

“Jiang Jiahe?”

His voice was quiet, but carried a piercing chill and absolute certainty.