"Smack."
The slap rang throug the corridor. Lian Jing glared at the woman in disbelief. Anger rose in his heart when he saw that she was panting with rage.
This woman. He had been slapped, but she was angrier than him?
Did she know how many women were queuing up to climb into his bed?
"How dare you hit me." Lian Jing endured the pain in his cheek, his chest heaving.
Shen Yin avoided his body. She hated being so close to a stranger. "You grabbed me and forced a kiss on me in public. Do you think you're the president? You're lucky I didn't call the police. This slap is just to teach you a lesson. Don't mess with me again."
"Very well." Lian Jing licked his lips to moisten them. The softness of her lips still lingered on his. "I'll remember you. What's your name?"
"No comment." Shen Yin stepped around him and walked away without looking back.
