The Uncontrolled Trap of the Nightclub Rose

In the hottest nightclub in Su City, Qin Zhao was the undisputed rose. At twenty-five, every glance she cast carried a hook; with her perfectly measured allure and a slash of red lipstick, she had every man in the place wrapped around her finger. No one could withstand her for more than three moves. She thought tonight would be no different—until she spotted the silent man sitting in the corner, his cold gaze cutting through the frenzied, dancing crowd like a knife still in its sheath. A sudden urge to conquer surged through Qin Zhao. She wanted to crush that overly composed expression on his face, along with the detachment in those almond-shaped eyes, all at once.