His fingers grazed her earlobe as if by accident, and although it was just the warmth of his palm, it felt as hot as fire.
His breath brushed over her hair, teasing her sensitive nerves like a curious finger.
Luo Xiaoqian's body curled up tighter and tighter, her heart nearly leaping out, yet she remained defiant.
"I, Luo Xiaoqian, will not be swayed by poverty or subdued by power. I'll never bow to evil forces. If I say I won't cry out, I won't!"
"Fine, you've forced my hand!"
Leng Zimo retracted his body and unfastened his seatbelt.
"You..." Luo Xiaoqian turned her face to watch him unfasten his seatbelt, "What... what are you going to do?"
He looked up, his gaze sultrily glancing at her, and said in a domineering tone, "If you don't obey, you must be punished. If you won't cry out, then I have no choice... on-the-spot justice!"
On-the-spot justice? Here?
