CHAPTER 746: CHAPTER 745 OUR AGREEMENT HAS ENDED (3)

Shen Qian stared at Ji Xinxin with an almost inconceivable intensity, the look in his eyes turning vicious in a fraction of a second, his whole body radiating an extreme chill. He didn’t speak, but the look he gave her felt like ice being hurled directly at her.

Ji Xinxin had always been arrogant, fearing neither heaven nor earth, but now, enveloped in Shen Qian’s icy gaze, a chill rose involuntarily up her spine.

Shen Qian was usually all smiles and never serious, she couldn’t have imagined that he had such a stern and fierce side.

Yet in a flash, the sliver of fear at the bottom of Ji Xinxin’s heart vanished. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong. Who asked him to kiss her against her will?

Ji Xinxin took a deep breath, her expression turned cold. She intended to say something, but then felt there was no need to say anything more to him. She gave him a cold glance and lifted her foot to continue walking out.

However, her wrist was grasped once again, and it was not just clasped—Shen Qian took several steps forward, forcing her to step back until she was pinned against the vanity, her back against the smooth surface of the mirror.

Because she was about to film, she wore a backless gown. Her bare back touched the polished mirror, feeling streaks of coolness, cool enough to snap Ji Xinxin back to her senses.

Now, Shen Qian stood in front of her, with his hands gripping her wrists pressed against the sides of her face, firmly trapping her in his embrace. The posture of the two was incredibly suggestive.

When she looked up, she met Shen Qian’s eyes, which were not as languidly casual as usual, but instead, deep and dark, unfathomably somber, sending an involuntary chill through the heart.

A faint smile played upon his lips, a light curve, yet the voice that emerged was icy cold, "Ji Xinxin, whether our agreement is over or not isn’t up to you to decide—it’s up to me."

His implication was that he would not end their agreement, nor would he give up their marriage contract?

At his words, the panic in Ji Xinxin’s heart instantly flared into anger. Her beautiful eyes glared at Shen Qian with a cold laugh, "Keep dreaming!"

For some reason, Shen Qian’s temper seemed to dissipate considerably when he saw Ji Xinxin’s anger, and even the chill around him felt less oppressive.

"Whether it’s a dream or not, let’s find out, shall we?"

His voice regained its usual teasing tone, and he even deliberately leaned in close to whisper in Ji Xinxin’s ear, his warm breath sprinkling on the delicate skin of her face, causing her ears to turn visibly red.

Seeing this change, Shen Qian seemed even more pleased. His lips drew closer, his voice turning more suggestive, "Still so sensitive."

Because he was so close, his lips parted and met, brushing against Ji Xinxin’s ear with each word.

It was her most sensitive spot, unbearable to such teasing. Ji Xinxin’s body involuntarily quivered, yet the anger in her heart surged like thunder, her teeth grinding fiercely. Drawing strength from somewhere, she freed her hands from Shen Qian’s grasp and again aimed for his face.

Having slapped one cheek already, might as well slap the other—let him have some symmetry!

Damn despicable man!