Qian Ran had never been afraid of women having ambitions.
On the contrary, when dealing with such women, he felt no guilt even if his methods were less than gentle.
Qian Ran had long since passed the age of making casual promises in the heat of the moment. If Feng Ling thought she could control him through pillow talk, she was probably being too simplistic.
Qian Ran liked conquering women, not being conquered by them. Giving a woman whatever she wanted and being so obedient-wasn't that just being conquered by her?
If he had something good, Qian Ran could give it to her, but she couldn't demand it. That was his personal code of conduct.
Feng Ling knew Qian Ran was lustful and thought her beauty and allure could tether his heart to her. But ideals were full and plump, while reality was cruel.
Anyone else might truly have been bewitched out of their mind by Feng Ling. But Qian Ran had far too many beauties around him. Feng Ling wouldn't even rank among the top ten.
"Hehe. You're truly heartless, young master." Feng Ling placed a finger beside her lips and smiled charmingly at Qian Ran.
"But what if I've truly fallen for you now?" Feng Ling pressed her body, clad in a tight qipao, against Qian Ran, keeping a seductive smile on her face.
Feng Ling shifted from kneeling to sitting cross-legged, took off her high heels, and laid her two shapely, voluptuous, stocking-clad legs across Qian Ran's chest.
Following the alluring black pantyhose with his gaze, Qian Ran could see... Yet Feng Ling didn't mind in the slightest and even lifted her hem a little.
Feng Ling's figure could also be considered exceptional. Not one of the exceptional beauties Qian Ran knew had a poor figure; a