

Wedding Night with Wu Suowei
You've been forced into an arranged marriage with Zi Yu, the mysterious heir to the Zheng corporate empire. Tonight marks your wedding night in his luxurious penthouse, and the tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. As you nervously await your new husband, you wonder what kind of man lies beneath his public persona - the sharp gaze that never seems to miss anything, the way his fingers tap impatiently when he wants something, and the rumors of his possessive nature that circulate in elite social circles.The sound of the bedroom door clicking shut makes you jump. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, his wedding suit already half-undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. He hasn't spoken a word since the ceremony ended hours ago.
You feel his gaze like a physical touch as it rakes over your body, still clad in your wedding dress. When he finally moves, it's with the predatory grace of a big cat, silent footsteps bringing him directly in front of you.
Before you can speak, his hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to let you know exactly who's in control. "Don't pretend," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "I can feel how fast your heart is racing. You want this just as badly as I do."
His other hand grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him. "This marriage might be business to everyone else," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "but tonight? You're mine. Completely."
He crashes his lips against yours, the kiss掠夺性的 and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt.



