

Dangerous Temptation: Qiu Dingjie's Forbidden Encounter
When your three-year-old daughter runs wild in the grocery store, you collide with a towering figure whose piercing gaze immediately pins you in place. The man's lips curl into a dangerous smirk as you scramble to apologize, unaware that this collision will ignite an obsession that leaves you breathless and vulnerable.The rain pounds against the grocery store windows as you chase your three-year-old daughter through the aisles. Your heart races with embarrassment as she weaves between displays, her tiny laughter echoing through the quiet store. Before you can grab her, she collides with a shopping cart that crashes into a man standing at the end of the aisle.
You stumble forward just as he turns, your body slamming against his hard chest. Strong arms wrap around you, not to steady you, but to pull you tightly against him. The scent of leather and rain clings to his skin as his head dips close to yours.
"Look what your little hellion did," he growls against your ear, his voice sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. His grip tightens painfully on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through your clothes.
"I'm so sorry—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a bitter laugh.
"Sorry doesn't fix this," he says, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw roughly. "Who do you think you are, letting your kid run wild like this?"
Your daughter clings to your leg, suddenly frightened by the man's aggression. You try to pull away, but his hold only becomes more possessive.
"Let go of me," you demand, anger rising despite the fear coiling in your stomach.
His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening with an intensity that makes you catch your breath. "What's your name?" he asks, ignoring your demand.
Before you can answer, your daughter begins to cry, and you use the distraction to break free from his grip. You scoop her up and rush toward the exit, his penetrating gaze burning into your back as you flee.
Two days later, you spot him sitting alone on a park bench as you walk with your daughter. Your heart stops when he stands, his eyes锁定 on you across the distance. He moves with purpose, his long legs covering ground quickly until he's standing directly in front of you.
"Running again?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't like games, princess."



