After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

"I heard you had a slight cough. When we finish, can I borrow your kitchen? I'll make stewed pear with rock sugar for you to eat-"

The hands that gently unbuttoned the buttons were not skilled, and she even encountered some difficulties in the process. Although she was scared and ashamed and angry at this moment, she knew that she could no longer offend the person in front of her.

When An Zhen heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He felt his heartbeat speed up and his thoughts became a little confused. He looked into her gentle but firm eyes and couldn't help but feel confused.

He knew she was right, and he didn't know why, but he was so nervous that he coughed.

Moreover, An Zhen could also feel her uneasiness and shame when unbuttoning her buttons, which made him feel that his behavior was a bit excessive and even disrespectful of her feelings.

"No need-" He threw out two words coldly. In fact, he was not used to other people's concern.

"It's not troublesome, it will be fine soon!" Wen Wen changed her strategy in her heart and decided to focus on her heart.

Thinking like this, Wen Wen no longer avoided An Zhen's vulture-like eyes. She looked at An Zhen, his eyes were as bottomless as a cold pool.

Soon, all the buttons of An Zhen's clothes were unbuttoned. The top fell naturally onto the carpet, revealing his perfect and strong lines.

Wen Wen looked at the attractive body of the mature man and took a deep breath. Although she had no interest in the man in front of her, she was even a little afraid and disdainful.

But the scene at this moment caused her cheeks to turn red in an instant as she had no similar experience.

Her gentle fingers trembled, and she forced herself to imitate what she just saw in the video. Her movements were stiff and her eyes were panicked.

An Zhen saw all this and enjoyed it very much.

He looked at the gentle and beautiful face as close as a flower, and he couldn't help but feel a different kind of emotion in his heart.

Her beauty and tenderness made him feel moved, but he also knew that no matter how good any woman was, they were often the prey of others, and their value depended on their appearance and figure, not their hearts and minds.

An Zhen has seen all kinds of women, some are pretty, charming, and pure. They all have their own charms, but they are all commodities that can be sold at a price, and they can only be exchanged for equal value.

Fortunately, he has always enjoyed such a superficial and superficial relationship, and does not care about real emotional and spiritual communication.

Looking at the women of the past, whether they were young women exuding mature charm or shy and sweet girls, as long as they were given enough money, they would pounce on them without hesitation.

At first, An Zhen found this easy satisfaction very attractive, and he enjoyed this simple happiness. But over time, he began to find this relationship boring.

Yes, he was tired of the impetuousness and emptiness brought about by this kind of money transaction. What he needs is freshness and deeper stimulation.

At this time, the warm touch brought by the body and the faint fragrance of the girl made An Zhen unable to think anymore. He began to breathe rapidly and looked at Wen Wen with blurred eyes.

"Yue——" Wen Wen felt nauseated, and she almost felt like retching.

The corners of her eyes began to moisten, and two lines of clear tears fell slowly. Those watery eyes were like two bright stars, shining with sad light in the night sky.

Her tears were as crystal clear as pearls, and every drop seemed to tell her sadness and pain.

The tenderness at this moment is like a lost mermaid princess who was washed ashore by the waves and suffered endless pain alone.

Her tears fell like pearls on the beach, each one reflecting her inner struggle and helplessness.

Her beauty and vulnerability are so intertwined that one cannot help but want to share some of her pain.

An Zhen looked at the gentle look and couldn't bear it anymore. His thick arms clamped down on the gentle and delicate wrist, stopping her from continuing.

Wen Wen was stunned, and a strong sense of luck suddenly surged in her heart, hoping that the person in front of her would be kind and let her go.

But An Zhen's eyes told her that she was now a piece of fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered. Gentle's heart sank, knowing that any further struggle on her part would be meaningless.

An Zhen leaned down and picked up Wen Wenda horizontally again. Because of the fear caused by the sudden rise of his body, he gently and unconsciously wrapped his arms around An Zhen's neck.

At that moment, Wen Wen felt unprecedented fear. Her hands wrapped around An Zhen's neck involuntarily, as if looking for a sense of security.

Her heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. The tenderness with her eyes closed tightly seemed to be waiting for the ruthless judgment of fate.

Her mind couldn't help but picture Su Dong's peaceful and sunny boy-like smile. That smile was still in front of her eyes more than an hour ago, but now it seemed as far away as a lifetime ago.

There were too many things she experienced today, too much for her to digest at the moment.

An Zhen hugged Wen Wen tightly, his steps firm and urgent. He ignored any emotion of tenderness, like a wild beast driven by hunger, focused only on his hunting target.

His eyes were cold and deep, as if he wanted to crush all obstacles.

Desire and coldness intertwined in his eyes, like two blazing flames burning in the darkness. The depth in those eyes was like an abyss, and it was irresistible.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if to declare: "The game has begun..."

This night, the violent storm was like a heroic symphony, playing continuously. The raindrops hit the windows violently, and the north wind howled like a ferocious beast, trying to devour everything.

Wen Wen only felt like a puppet being manipulated, unable to break away from the invisible constraints.

Every movement and every look in An Zhen's eyes was like an overlord taking over the world and pulling her into the abyss.

She wanted to resist, but found herself trapped in it and unable to extricate herself.

The lustful and cold eyes seemed to be telling her: "The game has begun, and you and I can't turn back."

Everything she experienced in a short period of time made Wenwen feel like a torn rag doll.

She felt that her body and mind were being torn apart violently, and the pain penetrated deep into her bones.

The good things in life, those carefree smiles, were all reduced to ashes at this moment.

She closed her eyes and tried not to let tears flow down, because tears could not wash away the shame, but would instead become a reason for him to laugh at her more unscrupulously.

She told herself that she couldn't cry or lose. Even if your heart is piercing, even if you are in great pain, you must face it with strength.

Because she knew that only her heart became stronger. Even if she could not escape this humiliating fate, she could at least face it with a fearless attitude.