Zhao Lifei quickly tried explaining herself. "If you try to kill him, you could get yourself in a lot of trouble. I know you're big and powerful," Her cheeks flushed when she envisioned something else. "-but if he's dead, lots of people will come after you. His father is a Major General and his mother is extremely well-connected, more than you can ever imagine." She rambled on.
"I don't want to see you through a stupid glass window or hear your voice through a crackly phone. What if I wanted to touch you and the only way to do so is through heavily monitored—wait, nevermind, forget about that part." She flashed him a nervous and hesitant smile.
"Can't do anything?" He echoed with a tiny, devious smirk. He bent his head, his lips hovering a few inches above hers. "What type of things?" He huskily whispered in a throaty, hoarse voice that only she could hear.
