What she got in return was Shi Yuhuan's indifference and disregard.
Enraged, Song Qinghuan turned to him and shook him forcefully. "I said, I would report you!" she snapped.
"Well, go report me then. The police station's a ten-minute cab ride away. Assault is a felony, isn't it? It's mine for sure, which might even make the front page of the newspapers. If you don't want to physically go there, you can just dial 110," he calmly replied, his voice low and sensual. He tossed his phone into Song Qinghuan's lap, "Call."
Upon hearing his words, Song Qinghuan felt completely drained, unable to utter a word.
How could she possibly report him to the police? She was just venting in the heat of the moment.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan remained silent, Shi Yuhuan reached out to pull her waist towards him. "Stop fussing. It's still early, let's sleep a little longer," he proposed.
Song Qinghuan immediately slapped his hand away. "I don't want to sleep. Is that a problem?"
