"Don't let you? Who would you like to strip off then?"
Kang Chen's voice was cold, his gaze was cold, only his hand was scorching hot, the temperature could singe Ming Mei's skin.
Ming Mei's words made him irritable in various ways; he couldn't get over the annoyance he felt thinking about the fact that she wore those clothes for someone else.
If he hadn't shown up today, who knew how far things could have gone between Ming Mei and Eaton by now.
And so, Kang Chen tightened his grip even more.
Ming Mei winced in pain. She sneered, "Is it any of your concern? Who cares whether I let him strip me off or not? How does it concern you?"
Kang Chen seized Ming Mei's chin, his handsome face presently marred by a cut. Although the wound wasn't deep, it was bleeding from where the skin had been broken, making him look rather menacing.
