Lin Banxia looked at him fearfully, her pretty little mouth slightly open, moving hesitantly, yet unable to say a single word.
This man, using the pear garden to threaten her?
So hateful!
"Reject his proposal, and I promise you, your pear garden will remain very safe." The man's voice was still indifferent and low.
Lin Banxia's heart suddenly ached, overwhelmed with despair.
To her, the pear garden that held value beyond her very life was seen by him as something utterly worthless.
"How about it? Is this deal tempting enough?" His voice was deep as his long, warm fingertips ambiguously brushed against her snowy white cheek.
The soft, tender sensation was so pleasing that it made him want to pinch it.
And he did just that. Though her face was only the size of a palm, that delicate oval shape still retained a pleasing plumpness.
It wasn't just her petite face, but also her exquisite figure—slender in appearance, yet richly contoured.
