"I don't!"
"No?" Mu Yazhe gazed at her hard as he brushed his harsh and cool lips against hers. "I think you should be clear on your place."
She gave him the death glare and retorted, "I know very well; it's you who don't! You have a fiancée, yet you keep on coming at me!"
"I'm coming at you?"
He laughed chillingly. His handsome face was next to hers when he stuck out his tongue to coyly lick her earlobe as he evilly asked again, "Woman, who is the one not knowing their place?"
"It's - It's you! Let me go; don't touch me!" She panted with embarrassment and despair at his taunting.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
She tried to hide the panic welling up inside her by licking her lips. "No…"
"Eh, no?" He slowly took out his phone and flashed a picture before her eyes.
She saw the image on the phone and her heart sank to the bottom of the pits…
