Xin Xiaozhen didn't know what he was planning to do, but she could feel that his mood couldn't be worse.
Lun Sui suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
No, that wasn't a kiss—he was biting.
Xin Xiaozhen shuddered violently, trembling like a frightened kitten, raising her hands to push him away, mumbling, "Don't…"
Lun Sui was gasping for breath, his face full of wickedness: "Don't? Don't you think it's far too late to act reserved now!"
When I told you not to make any promises, what were you doing? And when you booked the room, what were you doing? Every action you took—couldn't the implications for both men and women be any clearer?
The phone rang—it was Xin Xiaozhen's. She instinctively reached for her pocket with her free hand, but Lun Sui noticed the movement and almost savagely snatched the phone from her, then casually smashed it to the ground, shattering it to pieces!
He had completely lost it!
