She turned around and just missed running into the man's arms. A blank flashed through her brain like a short circuit. When she pulled her thoughts back, the man was only an inch away from her. She faced the smell of cologne and a hint of tobacco.

The fragrance came to her nostrils, and the breath on his body was obviously light and pleasant. At this moment, Ye Linglan felt like a mountain, pressing her down and almost suffocating her.

The room was eerily quiet, and all she could hear was her rapid breathing. Ye Linglan subconsciously took a step back, and Mo Zhicheng stepped back and forth as he moved forward. He was like a seasoned hunter, not in a hurry to capture his prey.

Instead, he let it go, pushing her into the cliff with no way out, exhausting her patience bit by bit, until her body was pressed heavily against the door panel, her heart pounded, and she raised her head slightly to look at him against the light.

The face below.

Mo Zhicheng was a head taller than her. When he didn't say a word, the room suddenly cooled down to ice. It was no different than when he was dealing with Mr. Qin just now. He was cold and solemn. This is the real him, just like an interview.

When I saw him for the first time that day, his eyes were always scorching and he looked at her relentlessly, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Mr. Mo" lost his fear, and Ye Linglan met his gaze: "It was me who accidentally broke into the box tonight and angered Mr. Qin." Then a darkness fell over her head, and she felt the man's breath close to the tip of her nose.

Lan opened her eyes wide and looked at the man in front of her. Their eyes met, and she saw her little self in his deep eyes.

Mo Zhicheng raised his eyebrows, put one hand above her head, and leaned forward. The two of them were very close to each other, forming a condescending posture. Mo Zhicheng looked down, her breath was like blue, and her warm breath just sprayed on his knife.

Ye Linglan clenched her palms, forcing herself to calm down, showing her aloofness, and continued: "If you want to punish me, punish me alone."

Having said that, Linglan was a little worried. Tang Pei gave her a chance in private before she entered nightcity. She has been keeping a low profile for the past half month. For half a year, as long as she persists for another half year, she may enter the group. But today

If she rescues Xiao Wen at night, everything may be in vain.

Just as she was lost in thought, there was an itch on her neck. When she was brought back from her thoughts, she felt Mo Zhicheng's index finger sliding from her graceful neck to her slightly open neckline. There was only one button left unbuttoned.

, the woman's thin collarbone was vaguely exposed, he pointed his fingers all the way down, and the force was very slight. She held her breath and did not dare to move. The green reaction showed that the woman had never had excessive close contact with a man, but Mo Zhicheng

He has read countless people, and what kind of woman has he not seen before? There seemed to be some kind of magic power in his fingers. She felt a chill down her spine, and beads of sweat immediately formed on the tip of her nose.

If Mr. Qin had been playful and teasing just now, then Mo Zhicheng's eyes were full of inquiry. Ye Linglan trembled faintly and leaned back. In desperation, she blurted out: "What do you want to do?" As soon as Mo Zhi finished speaking,

Cheng suddenly grabbed her waist with one hand, forcing her to be close to him, and found the well-hidden poker card from her pants pocket with the other hand.

Ye Linglan took a breath,

"Are you really brave enough?!" Mo Zhicheng finally said, holding the poker between his fingers, his other hand still holding her slender waist, the strength between his palms tightened, as if she was about to be tightened by a rope.
Chapter completed!