We're all adults.
With just a look from Zhao Moxuan, Wen Mian knew what he intended to do.
The man had ill intentions, lasciviously eyeing Wen Mian's body.
If Zhao Moxuan applied force, the clothes hanging on Wen Mian's shoulder would have certainly been torn apart.
"You're insane!"
Her rebuke was of no use at all.
Zhao Moxuan forcefully approached, his large hand firmly imprisoning Wen Mian's wrist.
The more she struggled, the more her wrist ached.
Resistance at this moment seemed utterly futile.
"Zhao Moxuan, you're fucking insane!"
Wen Mian was left with nothing but curses, yet Zhao Moxuan continued to breathe hot air by her ear.
"Right, I am insane, what can you do about it? Are you irritated with me, or do you want to kill me?"
As his words ended, Wen Mian reached for her phone, attempting to call for help.
But her fingers haphazardly tapped the screen, and Wen Mian didn't know whom she actually called.
