"The doctor saw how much pain you were in and feared you’d be overwhelmed with grief and something might happen. Since he couldn’t provide psychological counseling, he sought me out, hoping I, the only cultured one, could be of help. So, do you think I wouldn’t learn about your situation before I started counseling you? It’s just what the doctor told me. Stop deceiving yourself."

"How could that be?"

Ye Lu’s eyes suddenly dimmed. Was it just like that?

Was it just her own wishful thinking, her presumptuous guesses?

His words made sense. If the doctor had checked on her and then told him, it was possible.

But her instincts told her that it wasn’t like that; she didn’t believe it.

In the darkness of her dim eyes, a fierce flame suddenly ignited, mixed with ferocity and determination; she suddenly pounced on him, grabbing his shoulders with force, and pushed him down onto the desk with all her might.

Third Young Master Jun’s face changed color, he was breathing rapidly, caught off guard, and stumbled, pressed down by her force.

This situation was not good. He hadn’t expected her sudden attack, but in the heat of the moment, he didn’t dare to push her, fearing he might hurt her.

As a result, she forced him down with a push, and he found himself pressed against the wooden desk, his back against the surface, lying face-up on the desk, his shoulders firmly pinned down by her.

She was leaning over him, her legs pressing down on his lower body, her body on top of his, her stomach pressed against him, sprawled on top of him like an octopus, rendering him immobile.

Third Young Master Jun was full of astonishment and speechlessness. It seemed inconceivable to him that he, a man at one-nine meters tall, was being overpowered on the desk by a petite woman. This reversal made him utterly exasperated.

Only he had ever been so dominant over her, looking down upon her from a superior position. At the moment, he felt as if he were being aggressively assaulted by a female hooligan.

Third Young Master Jun looked up at her, suffocating, feeling that this angle was truly dreadful. Never had he imagined that one day he would become the one pressed down by a woman.

This disadvantaged position, unable to control the uncontrollable situation, left him feeling helpless.

"Madam, please respect yourself. What are you doing?"

"Respect myself? There’s no need to respect myself with a man like you. Force is the way to go," Ye Lu growled through clenched teeth, vehemently speaking. After all, there’s no point in reasoning with him; he always has airtight excuses that send people round in circles, falling into his traps.

She had lost her patience, whether or not, she wanted to verify it completely.

Faces, language, and behavior can all deceive people, but the body cannot.

Her slender hand didn’t hesitate to slip down to his waist, reaching inside his clothes.

Third Young Master Jun’s breathing tightened, his spine tensed up, muscles becoming rigid, and his eyes were tinged with hazy darkness while he glowered at her frustratedly. This instinct was not easy to hide; it was too revealing.

He reached to grab her hand but was met with her furious warning.

"Try touching me, just try. If I’m pushed and fall over, I’ll make you regret it so much! Just lie there quietly, and don’t move!" Her voice was fierce like a tigress, sharp and utterly dominant.

She actually managed to stun Third Young Master Jun into silence; a strange look appeared in his eyes.

Her attitude... quite the queenly demeanor!

Watching her dominate him, he felt oddly intoxicated, feeling a pleasure in being overpowered. Ah, what a mess, his submissive nature was acting up again.

Ye Lu did not hesitate, she tore open his shirt, her little hand caressing his skin.

Third Young Master Jun’s breath grew even tighter, his chest heaved intensely, the air heavy with his breaths, his eyes flowed with a dark, enchanting light. Helplessly glaring at her, he gritted his teeth.