For a moment, Yang Chen found it hard to resist. Under Hua Wanru's wild and passionate kisses, he felt that nothing else mattered—not compared to joining with Hua Wanru today.
But all of a sudden, he thought of Zhang Xuelian.
He immediately calmed down and fiercely pushed Hua Wanru away, refusing to let this farce continue.
Yang Chen was now completely calm.
His smile carried a trace of bitterness.
Zhang Xuelian's abilities were truly unfathomable. After a round of calculations, her predictions had stood as steady as a rock, every single one proven true.
She had worried that temptations would surround him, and that he would struggle to withstand them.
Now that he thought about it, her prediction had been accurate to eight or nine parts out of ten. He had almost proven her right and fallen completely into Hua Wanru's fragrant body, unable to pull himself free.
Fortunately, he had regained his composure at the last moment, pushed Hua Wanru away, and reclaimed his reason.
That action made Hua Wanru's emotions even harder to control.
Hua Wanru smiled, her smile seeming both cold and warm. "What? You have a new lover now, so you've forgotten your old one?"
Yang Chen's expression was icy. "Hua Wanru, is this why you called me here?"
"What? Isn't this enough? I missed you. I desired you. What's wrong with calling you here?" Hua Wanru seductively licked her lips, though her words carried several traces of anger.
Yang Chen could hear the unwillingness in Hua Wanru's voice.
He gently shook his head. "Hua Wanru, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
"Stop!" Hua Wanru found it even harder to endure.
The more she saw Yang Chen resisting her like this, the worse she felt inside, as though needles were viciously stabbing her heart,