One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Chapter 4776 Never Too Late to Love (183)

Jing Yang gazed at her without a word. Unaccountably, a flutter stirred in his chest.

Mu Yueyao returned his stare silently. Curiously, she had believed herself over him, fully moved on. Yet Jing Yang's presence made her heart tremble. The deep-seated ache of longing burst forth inside her.

Mu Yueyao turned away, avoiding his eyes.

Jing Yang murmured softly, "Do you want me to please you, just like them?"

Mu Yueyao froze for an instant. That thought hadn't crossed her mind at all!

But before she could object, it struck her—if she rejected it, he'd think she was yielding to him. All these years, she'd kept a humble stance around him, yet he ignored her completely! So why not let him believe his words were spot on!

Would he stoop to cater to her?

What difference did his pleasing her make?!

Mu Yueyao sneered with indifference, "Can you even do it?"

Jing Yang's face stayed icy and unmoved.

Mu Yueyao glanced up briefly at him. Her voice chilled further. "Are you willing to please me? You're the national idol, forever lofty. Pleasing me means humbling yourself."

Would he go that far? Debase himself? Such a thought was pure outrage to his pride!

Who truly needed to submit? What honor or status did he hold in her presence?

Jing Yang breathed in deeply in silence, exhaling gradually. Then he strode toward her abruptly.

His stature towered imposingly.

Mu Yueyao recalled him once being merely half a head taller. During middle school, her growth outstripped his; they stood eye-to-eye. Yet overnight, he'd become a 1.82-meter young man.

Positioned thus before her, an oppressive aura enveloped her. Breathing grew hard for Mu Yueyao suddenly. It intensified as he leaned down the next moment, fingers lightly grasping her chin. His striking features drew nearer slowly.

"Do you like this?" Jing Yang's breath wafted like delicate orchids, carrying a subtle warmth in his normally aloof and frosty voice.

That long-faded gentleness from her memories pulled her under, leaving her entranced.

"You…" Surprise and suspicion gripped her, yet Jing Yang gave no chance for words. Eyes shutting, he captured her lips with his, silencing her utterly.

The room plunged into hush. Onlookers' eyes bulged wide, locked on the duo.

Mu Yueyao tried pulling back a bit, but Jing Yang's fingers clamped firmly on her neck's nape. Escape denied, his lips molded to hers. His breath scorched like molten lava, seeping through her parted lips. The mint he favored scented the air—orchid-fresh—intoxicating her senses.

Mu Yueyao sensed her body mired in a bog, yearning to resist yet paralyzed. "Woo…" Awareness dawning, she thrust her hand to repel him.

Yet Jing Yang foresaw it, yanking her close in a vise embrace. They melded seamlessly together.

Mu Yueyao never imagined it culminating like this!