She paused, feeling Mu Yeli's gaze was cold and distant, but held a subtle undercurrent of intimidation. His lips tautened rigidly, and the attractive curve of his chin became more pronounced.
She dared not look any further and gratefully hurried to say, "Oh, we'll talk about it some other time."
With that, she hastily exited and closed the door behind her.
Ye Ning was left standing inside, dumbfounded.
"Who was that outside?"
"Your agent."
"..."
Ye Ning had the sinking feeling that a misunderstanding had probably occurred.
Before she could think further though, Mu Yeli had already circled back around her, gripping her arm, preventing her from escaping.
"You… what else do you want?"
"To continue."
"Bugger off! You stinking punk!" Ye Ning flat out refused.
If you dare speak again."
"Stinking punk!"
"Alright then, say that again, and I'll kiss you."
"..."
She shut her mouth but her eyes glared hard at him.
So unwilling to be kissed by him?
