Instead of releasing her, He Jingze only tightened his grip, pulling Lin Ruan flush against his body. Lin Ruan’s brows knitted together. "He Jingze, what the hell is wrong with you?" "Something is," He Jingze admitted, studying her face—so beautiful it was deadly. A smile played in his eyes. "I'm sick with love for you." He leaned closer, his breath a warm, intimate caress against her skin. "Ruanr