She was shocked to her core and crouched, trying to dodge, but He Xing's hand had already grasped her waist, controlling her, leaving her with no escape.
The next second, He Xing's kiss was coming toward her lips again. Fu Han panicked and raised her voice, "Don't do this, we're in the hallway, someone could take a picture."
"Oh? Then shall we go inside?" He Xing's deep voice sounded. With a gentle tug of his hand, Fu Han felt as if her feet had left the ground, and her back had already hit the door.
She truly wished she could bite off her tongue. Why couldn't she stay calm around He Xing and always uttered such ambiguous words?
Without thinking, Fu Han lifted her foot, resolute not to let He Xing enter her room.
But her unlike-to-fail kick was blocked by He Xing, who stopped moving, and looked at Fu Han with a profound gaze: "If you cripple me, what will you do after that? Remain a widow?"
