The leather-jacketed beauty's wrist was soft and tender. Zhang Ziwen could feel the delicacy of her skin in his hand, but her grip was strong, almost violent. If she slapped him, he was certain it would leave a mark on his cheek. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women and had suffered at their hands. He would not be slow to react again. He held her wrist firmly. Why was she resisting? Why was she attacking him? Her beautiful eyes were filled with a mournful hatred, which took him by surprise...
The leather-jacketed beauty struggled ferociously. Her boot-clad leg seemed about to lift into the air. Zhang Ziwen's expression turned bitter. He didn't want to treat the woman who had helped him in this way, but she was really fierce. He once again had to defend himself, cleanly and accurately securing her leg. She was fierce enough that the boots could have been deadly. So he defended himself with extreme caution.
