You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The faint, chilling sound of bones grinding together was as clear as the whispers of a devil in the cramped storage compartment.

Su Qingge's breathing completely stopped.

She leaned against the cold iron frame, her body taut like a fully drawn bow, her eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at the scene before her that was both miraculous and utterly terrifying.

Lin Chen's face is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His brow bone slowly drooped, making his eye sockets appear deeper.

His cheekbones protruded slightly outward in a way that defied the natural laws of human physiology, adding a touch of savagery to his otherwise handsome face.

The jawline became more rugged and hard.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds.

Click.

The final, soft click of the joint returning to its place faded away.

The person standing in front of Su Qingge was no longer the Lin Chen she knew.

This is a completely new man.

A wealthy young master from Southeast Asia, a warlord with sinister eyes and a ruthless demeanor, exuding a strong sense of danger.

That face exuded a wicked and tyrannical air, as if it had been steeped in power and bloodshed for years, and it looked as if it might snap someone's neck with a smile at the slightest disagreement.

Su Qingge's heart was jolted by the fierce aura that rushed towards her.

Even though she knew perfectly well that it was all a pretense, the sense of oppression stemming from her biological instincts still made her calves feel weak.

That's so true.

It was so real that she wondered if the person in front of her had been possessed by some demon from the Golden Triangle.

Just as she was in a state of shock.

That "warlord's rich son" made a move.

Lin Chen raised his eyes, his long, narrow, and sinister gaze falling on Su Qingge's face.

Without pausing, he took out an extremely small metal makeup box from his pocket and opened it.

Then, he took half a step closer to her.

It was only half a step.

The distance between the two was instantly compressed to an extreme.

Less than five centimeters.

Su Qingge could even clearly see her own astonished face reflected in his pupils.

A strong, hot, and aggressive scent of male hormones forcefully assaulted her senses.

That wasn't Lin Chen's usual refreshing scent.

It is a domineering aura unique to this "new personality" at this moment, carrying the smell of gunpowder and strong liquor.

Su Qingge's composure as the head of the serious crime unit was completely shattered at this moment.

Her heartbeat paused briefly before suddenly spiraling out of control. Blood rushed wildly to her brain, and her cheeks turned from fair to crimson at a visible speed, spreading all the way to her delicate ears.

Lin Chen's fingertips were stained with some specially made dark foundation.

His hand reached towards her face.

Su Qingge's body stiffened instantly. She subconsciously tried to back away, but her back was pressed firmly against the cold iron frame, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

She could only watch helplessly as that slender finger grew larger and larger in her field of vision.

Then, it gently landed on her cheek.

The rough texture of my fingertips came through a thin layer of foundation, carrying a scorching heat.

Su Qingge's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

It was an extremely unfamiliar tingling sensation that spread rapidly from the skin of her cheeks, making her feel as if all her strength had been drained away.

Lin Chen's movements were very focused, without a single distracting thought.

But his fingertips seemed to possess some kind of strange magic.

Every brush against her skin felt like a tease to her taut nerves.

From the cheeks to the bridge of the nose, from the eyebrows to the corners of the lips.

Su Qingge's breathing became rapid and disordered.

She dared not look into Lin Chen's aggressive eyes, and could only stare intently at the second button of his shirt, her long eyelashes trembling wildly like the wings of a startled butterfly.

She could feel his warm breath, one breath after another, gently spraying onto her forehead.

It's itchy.

Ma Ma.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

Every second was a sweet torture for Su Qingge.

Five minutes later.

Lin Chen finally withdrew his hand.

He took a half step back and looked her up and down with his sinister eyes, as if examining a newly completed work of art.

Su Qingge then dared to raise her head and look at the old, stained mirror next to her.

The dashing, aloof policewoman in the mirror had completely vanished.

Instead, she became a stunning beauty with captivating charm and natural allure.

Her skin was painted a healthy wheat color, and the contours of her face were outlined by shadows to make them more three-dimensional and deep, giving her a touch of exotic mixed-race charm.

The most fatal flaw was the corner of her eye.

Lin Chen used an eyeliner to lightly dot a small, yet captivating beauty mark there.

That beauty mark was like the finishing touch, suppressing all the aloofness and righteousness that belonged to "Su Qingge" and instead bringing out the ultimate allure of her womanhood to its peak.

Every frown and smile is full of charm.

A single outburst of anger or resentment can plunge the world into chaos.

Su Qingge stared blankly at her completely unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, momentarily lost in thought.

Just then, a warm breath suddenly brushed against her ear.

Lin Chen leaned in again, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

He whispered in her ear in a deliberately low, husky, and magnetic voice.

"From now on, your name is Anna."

"She's my woman, the kind you keep close to."

The scalding breath, like a small snake, slithered into her ear, making half of Su Qingge's body go limp.

She felt like her ears were on fire.

Lin Chen's voice did not stop.

"Remember, when you walk, sway your waist and stick your butt out."

"When you look at someone, your eyes should have a sly, almost imperceptible gaze, understand?"

"Make every man who sees you want to pin you against the wall."

Every word and sentence was filled with blatant provocation and an unquestionable command.

Su Qingge's face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She had never heard such shameful words in her life!

Yet, these words, spoken from Lin Chen's face and voice at this moment, possessed an irresistible magic.

She bit her lower lip, nodded shyly, and let out a barely audible hum.

"Um……"