The man's thumb was pressed against her moist lips. Mu Yanyan could clearly feel the ridges of his thumb brushing against her lips. It was very sexy and provocative.
Badump. Mu Yanyan's heart raced, seeming to increase speed exponentially. She gazed at the man before her with glittering eyes.
Seated on the sofa, Lu Yeming towered over her. His flawless face was mild and relaxed, as if savoring the moment. She had to raise her face upward to look at him.
Before this man, Mu Yanyan was completely willing to lay submissively by his feet. He was handsome, noble, dignified, powerful and capable. An Emperor-like man like him was worth her adoration and subservience.
"President Lu…" Mu Yanyan called out.
Lu Yeming was looking at Mu Yanyan, as if he could look right through her features onto another perfect little face. He said in a low voice, "If only she could be as obedient as you. That would be great."
She?
Who was she?
