''I am not playing any games, you know. It's just that you are the object of my sympathy. You trigger the savior complex I never knew I had. Everytime we meet, you are more pathetic than the last time I saw you. Sometimes, your lover gets together with some other man, and then you discover your mother is not your mother. Now, your family is dead. I feel this instinctive urge to…''
''Say one more word and I will…'' Lu Xian frowned, hard, his breaths coming in soft snappy sounds.
The woman leaned back on the seat as she gazed at the man who was enshrouded in the soft glow of the streetlights in the otherwise dark place. Her eyebrow raised provocatively, ''You will what?"
Lu Xian panted, a rage and helplessness consuming him as his fingers curled around the steering wheel, ''Take off my belt.''
''Hmm? You want to beat me?" her voice sounded mocking, ''It depends on whether you have the ability to do so.''
