“No, President Yan. It's not that I'm refusing you.” Senna avoided his sharp gaze, focusing instead on her paint-stained hands. “I’m dirty and sweaty right now. How about we find a room so I can clean up first?”Senna blinked rapidly, trying to conceal her anxiety. She struggled to calm the furious man. The cold air, heavy with his dark aura, made her extremely uncomfortable. She knew she had to tread carefully, for any misstep could escalate the situation. She tried to make herself appear smaller, less confrontational.However, President Yan gently caressed Senna’s smooth cheek, forcing her to look at him. His touch, though soft, felt like a command she couldn't ignore.“It doesn’t matter if you’re dirty and sweaty; to me, it’s intoxicating. I like it.” His voice was clear and soft, but his gaze remained piercing. He then warned her, “Don’t refuse me!”President Yan wasted no time, his face descending to her slender neck. He moved with an urgency that made Senna's skin crawl. She trie
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