Fang Jiaying got involved with a madman when she was young.
Her motives were impure at first, and in the end she reaped what she sowed.
Zhong Junyi had laid a trap long ago, and they fell into it together.
He cornered her in the art studio and kissed her passionately.
His eyes were gloomy, his possessiveness ruthless.
He pinned her to the foam mat.
He pressed her relentlessly, not yielding an inch.
Only after this madman disappeared from her life did Fang Jiaying realize she was already addicted, as if under a spell.
When they met again, their entanglement was even more intense.
Zhong Junyi loosened his collar. His features were sharply defined, and anger simmered in his dark eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he reminded her in a commanding tone,
