Third Young Master Jun's breathing grew even more intense, his solid chest rising and falling strongly, his breath heavy. His enchanting dark eyes were filled with an irresistible turbulence as he stared at her despairingly, gnashing his teeth in frustration.
He had spent so much effort to hide from her, to force her to leave, yet all was in vain in the end.
Indeed, in a battle of wits between men and women, men always lose.
Especially when this woman's methods... were so despicable, employing her beauty to a devastating effect. It was unbearable; he was consumed by desire, a flame about to engulf him.
Third Young Master Jun sighed inwardly.
It seemed there was no other choice. Since things had come to this, he could only take one step at a time.
His voice was low and hoarse, an alluring moan escaping his lips as if he had given up all resistance.
