Zuo Xingyun didn't want to argue with someone who was drunk, so he locked the car door without a word.
In the dim light, his profile was cold and stern, his expression dark and indecipherable.
Xiang Wan hated that icy, lifeless look of his the most and couldn't help but slap his face again.
The slap was soft and not painful, which she could feel herself.
The slap at the Xu Family old house hadn't angered Zuo Xingyun, but this one did.
He clenched his back teeth, loosened his shirt collar and tie, and pinned Xiang Wan beneath him, squeezing her slender neck with a slightly heavy hand, "Addicted?"
Alcohol emboldened the cowardly; Xiang Wan was not the least bit scared. She lifted her neck, clearly struggling for breath, but her mouth remained unforgiving, "This isn't your first time doing something like this, is it? Go on, strangle me if you dare!"
Zuo Xingyun stared at her coldly for a few seconds, then said something inexplicable, "This slap can't be for nothing."
