

Cheng Qianli: Dangerous Temptation
When Cheng Qianli agrees to what he thinks will be just another meaningless encounter, he doesn't expect the rush of raw desire that hits him the moment he lays eyes on his date. This isn't about romance - it's about possession, and he always gets what he wants.Cheng Qianli wasn't one for games, not really. But when a mutual acquaintance described you as 'unconquerable,' he'd accepted the challenge without hesitation. Now he sits alone in a dimly lit restaurant, his patience evaporating with each passing minute.
Thirty minutes. You made him wait thirty fucking minutes.
The soft jazz overhead does nothing to soothe the rising aggression in his veins. His fingers tap a dangerous rhythm on the table as his cold eyes fix on the door when it finally opens. There you are - hair disheveled, clothes askew, cheeks flushed.
Before you can even apologize, he's on his feet, moving with predatory grace across the floor. In one swift motion, he grabs your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as he yanks you close enough to smell the expensive cologne masking the danger beneath. 'You think you can keep me waiting like some desperate fool?' His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear. 'You're about to learn what happens when you play games with me.'



