Ran Mi's heart stopped for a moment, as she found it hard to accept this man's domineering attitude.
"I only have this one piece of clothing, and Mr. Li, let's talk."
She stopped, and he let go of his hand, turned his head, and stared into her eyes with his deep pupils.
"Miss Ran, I only have one hour to deal with our affairs, you'd better hurry up."
Ran Mi has never seen such a man. Most of the men she has come into contact with appear to be gentle, polite, or hypocritical. Only this man can make people fall into his vastness at a glance.
In his deep eyes, he is handsome, but domineering, with an aggressive spirit, unabashedly plundering...
Ran Mi didn't know if his look was only aimed at women, or if he was looking at everyone, or in other words, just at her...
"Miss Ran, let's go." He withdrew his gaze, turned around and left, walking steadily and calmly.
"Walking?" Ran Mi followed him. The high heels were too high and his legs were long, so she couldn't keep up with him.
"You can take a taxi."
His calm words made her even more confused. What kind of man is this?
"I don't have a passport, how can I register?" she shouted at his back.
"That should be something I have to deal with. You are just responsible for being quiet and obedient."
He didn't look back, Ran Mi punched him on the back, she really wanted to throw her high heel and hit him on the back of the head.
Crossing the street and entering a shopping mall, Ran Mi was surprised. He took her straight to the women's clothing department. Ran Mi hadn't stepped into a place like this for half a year. Colorful clothes were an old dream, not her current feelings.
He walked past without looking sideways and arrived at a counter filled with black and white tones. He reached for the white-striped skirt and turned around to give it to her.
"Go put it on." There was a light in his burning eyes that she could not fathom.
This skirt is made of pure cotton, with a one-line collar, an A-line hem, and a thin black crystal belt on the waist. It outlines the figure very well and is well wrapped. It is a subtle temptation.
She stood in the fitting room, unwilling to go out for a long time. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She hesitated and opened the door.
He turned around, looked her up and down, then suddenly stepped in, closed the door behind his back, and locked the two of them in the fitting room.
In the narrow small room, the two stood opposite each other, and Ran Mi's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He lowered his chin slightly, raised his hand, and let down her hair. When his long fingers touched her cheek, the hot temperature made her shiver. In an instant, the idea of escape suddenly arose.
"Li Yichuan...we..."
Ran Mi finally couldn't bear it any longer and spoke, and he stared into her eyes.
"Miss Ran, have I ever told you that you are very beautiful when you wear your hair down?"
"Ah..." Ran Mi's face slowly turned red. Being praised by a young and promising man was not a bad thing.
He pulled her shoulders, turned her around, faced the mirror, stroked her eyebrows with his fingers little by little, and said slowly, word by word: "I'm looking forward to going to bed with you...
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Ran Mi's mind was buzzing, and she raised her elbow to push him away, but he was faster and pressed her against the mirror, with his hot chest pressed against her back.