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"Boss, I haven't thanked you properly yet."

"Hmm, how do you want to thank me?"

Yuan Zhou leaned back in his chair and rested. The lines on his face softened as he squinted at Lilac.

"I am unable to repay you for your kindness. I can only thank you first. Thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you for saving me!"

Lilac wanted to give Yuan Zhanghua a deep bow to thank him, but then she suddenly remembered that Yuan Zhanghua had ordered her to kneel down. If this was what he wanted, for her to humbly kneel down in front of him and understand the distance and identity between them, would she be able to wake up and understand?

Slowly kneeling down, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you, boss. I will never dare to forget your great kindness."

Seeing her kneeling at his feet, with her head of hair scattered on the ground, her pale, thin, and lovely face was moving, and her long eyelashes slightly trembled.

Was she struggling?

His heart suddenly moved, as if he was unable to bear the pain. Yuan Zhanghua stretched out his hand and pulled the lilac into his embrace, tightly locking the lilac, and holding onto the lilac's slender waist.

She liked the natural and fresh scent on her body. It was like the fragrance of flowers, but also like the fragrance of fruits. It was naturally elegant, not like any perfume. It was so soft and soothing.

Lilac involuntarily sat on Yuan Zhanghua's lap. Her eyelashes trembled uneasily, and she closed her eyes slightly, not daring to look at Yuan Zhanghua's face.

Zhonghua Hua lowered his head, his lips moving closer and closer to the lilac. From between the lilac's slightly opened eyes, one could see his handsome face approaching her. She didn't know whether to dodge or endure, so she nervously trembled.

Kissing with Yuan Zhanghua was not the first time. Every time, Yuan Zhonghua would use overbearing means to force it, the taste of plundering, the angle of looking down, that kind of love was not what she wanted.

Perhaps Yuan Zhanghua's love for her was not something she could afford.

Perhaps, Yuan Zhanghua would never have love for her, never!

Closing her eyes tightly, she trembled in Yuan Zhonghua's arms. The autumn wind swayed her petals helplessly, waiting for that kiss to fall on her lips. She wondered if that kiss would be overbearing or passionate.

Clove tightly closed her eyes, her body stiff for a moment. She had never been so elegant and slow. Was the boss testing her?

To what extent could he test her? Or was he testing her to see if she was obedient?

He had never disliked Yuan Zhanghua's kiss, and it could be said that he liked it.

The intensity and plundering of the heat, the freshness of the temperature, the wondrous feeling made her dizzy. The electric taste, the indescribable aftertaste, each time was enough to make her think about it for a long time.

For a long time, that kiss did not fall.

His warm breath was gently spraying on her face. He could feel the beautiful and enchanting lips of Yuanhua just next to hers, perhaps less than an inch away, but his lips didn't move away from hers even after a long time.

"What are you waiting for? "Wait for me to kiss you?"

Yuan Zhanghua suddenly revealed a charming smile. He looked at her fluttering eyelashes as if she were a butterfly fluttering its wings, at her struggling expression, and felt her trembling and stiff body.

She liked to look at him like this, like a prey caught by him, she understood her own weakness and situation, and didn't even dare to resist, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

Could he do anything to her?

Clove turned her head away and slightly opened her eyes. She did not dare to look at Yuan Zhanghua's face, much less meet his gaze. Was the boss playing tricks on her? She pursed her lips slightly and stared at a corner of the room.

Her body was still in Yuan Zhanghua's arms. She leaned into Yuan Zhanghua's arms, resting her head on one of Yuan Zhanghua's arms and leaning on Yuan Zhanghua's chest.

Yuan Zhanghua's lips suddenly parted and he raised his head to look down at the lilac.

He liked to see her struggle like this, wanted to resist but had scruples at the same time. He liked to see a little powder slowly rise up on her delicate cheeks.

"Boss …"

Clove's voice was hoarse and weak, her eyes still fixed on a corner of the room.

Did the boss want her?

Her hands were shaking, unable to raise or lower them, shaking helplessly in the air.

In order to save the time when Ding Xiao was kidnapped, when Sandhawk brought his men to humiliate her, she remembered that it was precisely because of Chenggang that she was able to escape from danger in that situation. It was not for her that Chenggang had gone to so much trouble to do that, much less to give her a favor.

Chenggang had already reminded her that everything was due to the boss and Yuan Zhanghua's gift to her.

That time, if it wasn't for Yuan Zhonghua's order to arrange for Cheng Gang to rescue her, she might have been humiliated by Sha Ying and his underlings in turn. The consequences would have been unbearable for her.

It was also because of that incident that she completely despaired of her mother and brother. Everyone knew what the result of a girl falling into the hands of a kidnapper was.

However, her mother and brother didn't even dare to call the police because Wei Qing didn't want her son to be implicated by this matter and just let her fall into the hands of the kidnappers.

In the end, it was Chenggang who arranged everything to keep her clean, but the person behind the scenes was the person in front of her, her boss, Yuan Zhanghua.

Clove lowered her eyelids and closed them in pain.

A light and refreshing smell wafted into her nostrils. Perhaps only by giving her body away would she be able to repay Yuan Zhanghua's kindness. Sooner or later, her body would have to be given to a man. Although she had never thought of giving Yuan Zhanghua the task of keeping him away from her, only being the boss' secretary, how could she still refuse to fight back today?

What right or reason did she have to resist?

Her life, her innocence, almost everything she had been given.

Without Yuan Zhanghua, perhaps she had already been abused by the outlaws and sold to Vietnam to pick up guests, or even worse.

Clove slightly opened her eyes, and a gentle light shone on Yuan Hua's back. His figure was noble and honorable. The golden light coated his body with a layer of faint golden light, giving him a noble bearing.