Drawing strength from his touch, she began telling him the story from the start and didn't stop up until she reached this morning's event.
When Wei spoke, anger was clearly audible in his voice, so much so that initially he had to clear his voice which had gone hoarse.
"Where are those pictures and that video now?" he asked sharply.
"On my father's phone and with Zhu Cheng, I guess," she replied in a small voice.
She was acutely conscious of the intimate position that they were in now and a part of her was cautioning her to move away. But the bewildered hurt girl inside, still clamoured for the continued warmth.
"Give me your phone," he said to her in a commanding voice.
Sam turned her head upwards to look at him. But handed it over without asking him any questions. There was something instinctively trustworthy about him or maybe it was the thought in her head telling her that nothing more could go wrong from here, so it didn't really matter.
