She sobbed, a fragment of memory flashing through her mind, and then, she bit his lip hard.
"…" The man winced in pain, released her, his pitch-black eyes deeply impassioned and shimmering with a light that made her blush and her heart race.
"Slap!" She tightened her grip on her clothing and slapped him hard on the face, "Despicable!" Then she yanked at the car door handle, trying to get out. But the door didn't budge. "Let me out, bastard!"
"Little woman, do you really hate me that much?" The man quieted down, his firm jaw shadowed with stubble, his deep eyes gazing at her sorrowfully.
"Uh." Qianxue's heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him dumbfounded, forgetting to cry out. Did he just call her little woman? Was he looking at her with such a sorrowful gaze!
It felt so familiar, and the way he had just kissed her was also very skilled.
Good heavens, was her brain broken?
