One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

4776 Never Too Late to Love (183)
Jing Yang looked at her silently. For some reason, he felt his heart palpitate.

Mu Yueyao turned turned away, refusing to look at him.

Jing Yang said quietly, “Do you want me to please you, just like them?”

Mu Yueyao was stunned for a moment. That wasn’t what she was thinking at all!

However, just as she was about to protest, she suddenly felt that if she denied it, it would only make him feel that she was bowing down to him. For so many years, she had maintained a lowly disposition before him, but even so, he did not give her a second look! Hence, of course, she’d take it that he was speaking the truth!

Would he pander to her?

What did it matter if he pleased her?!

Mu Yueyao sneered and asked indifferently, “Are you even able to?”

Jing Yang’s expression remained cold and unchanged.

Mu Yueyao raised her eyes and took a quick glance at him. Her tone turned even colder. “Are you willing to please me? You’re the national idol. You’ve always been high and mighty. To please me is equivalent to lowering yourself.”

Would he do it? Lowering himself? This idea was undoubtedly a great humiliation to him!

Who was the one who had to bow down? What respect and prestige did he have to speak of, in front of her?

Jing Yang silently took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Suddenly, he started walking towards her.

He was too tall.

Mu Yueyao even remembered when he was only half a head taller than her. In fact, when she was in middle school, she had developed faster than him and they were the same height. In the blink of an eye, he had grown to become a 1.82-meter-tall youth.
When he stood in front of her like this, she actually felt a sense of oppression. Mu Yueyao suddenly felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She felt even worse when the next second, he suddenly bent over, reached out and gently pinched her chin. His handsome face moved towards her gradually.

“Do you like this?” Jing Yang’s breath was as gentle as orchids and there was a barely noticeable hint of affection in his usually cold and indifferent and cold tone.

She felt herself sinking into that tenderness that now existed only in her memories of long ago. It left her in a daze.

“You…” She was surprised and doubtful, but Jing Yang didn’t wait for her to question him. He closed his eyes and sealed his lips over hers so that she was silenced.

The room fell silent. Everyone’s eyes widened as they stared at the two of them.

Mu Yueyao tried to move back slightly, but Jing Yang’s hand suddenly tightened around the back of her neck. No longer able to retreat, she allowed his lips to press against hers. His breath was like hot magma as it entered her mouth through the gaps of her lips. She could even smell the mint that he often ate. It was fresh like orchids and she was intoxicated.

However, Jing Yang had already expected this and drew her to him tightly. The two of them seemed to merge into each other.