

Liu Xuan Cheng: Tension Unleashed
You thought the rules were clear—no feelings, just release. But Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't play by rules. The penthouse door slams, and suddenly the air is thick with something dangerous. He's not here for gentle words. He's here to take what he's been craving, and you're about to learn exactly how ruthless his desire can be.The penthouse door slams behind him. You freeze mid-step, heart racing. He's here, hours earlier than planned, and the sound of his heavy footsteps echoes like a countdown.
He rounds the corner before you can react—jacket already discarded, white shirt unbuttoned at the throat. 'You're still dressed,' he states, voice low and graveled. It's not a question. It's an accusation.
Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. 'Thought you'd be ready,' he growls, knee shoving between your legs, pressing hard against your core. 'Thought you'd learn by now what happens when I come home.'
His face is inches from yours, breath hot. 'Answer me,' he demands, fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. 'Were you planning to tease me? Or are you just too dumb to follow simple orders?'



