The voice was low and husky, harbouring a myriad of hidden implications. It seemed that she wasn't the only one losing self-control.
Ye Xingguang raised her eyes to meet the man's mysterious dark ones. Her heart appeared to be drawn into them.
Bashfully avoiding his gaze, she pushed him away in confusion: "What are you talking about? You tore my dress for no reason, and you think you're right?"
"Aren't you punished enough?"
The sound of Ye Jun's voice was infuriating to the extreme.
She trembled, but wouldn't give in: "I didn't provoke you at all, the dress was expensive, I can't afford to pay for it…I'm telling you, you'll have to compensate."
"Fine, I'll compensate. But don't wear any clothes bought by other men in the future, or I'll tear them each time I see them!"
Ye Xingguang was stunned. Did the man misunderstand her?
"This dress was lent to me by the First Lady, not bought by some man."
Ye Jun was stunned. Borrowed?
But on second thoughts, what's the difference?
