The change in Jin's mood swings was even faster than a woman on her periods who looked like he was dealing with a giant leap of bouncing back and forth hormones in him. His fiery gaze tracking every moment of that man touching Shui's hand felt as if he was dumped into a cyclone of fire.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a rough edge to his voice.
"What do you mean what I am doing? I switched seats just like you wanted. Then why are you showing that grumpy face to me?" Shui couldn't believe his audacity.
"I didn't ask you, I am asking this man," Jin spit a vicious glare at him.
The other passengers coming in and placing their bags in the overhead luggage cabin could feel the crackle in the atmosphere. It felt as if electricity was coursing through the air that would strike in the form of his wrath at any moment. They gulped in fear and quickly went back to do their own work.
