Leh Ying extended her palm and held it underneath his eyes, "Here, don't actually hit me."
Xu Jingxi looked at her clean-lined and delicately fleshed hand, and chuckled with disdain. As she met the man's mocking smile, Leh Ying's neck shrank, and a sense of foreboding slowly spread.
Suddenly, the man grasped her wrist and guided it downward, fumbling with his trousers.
Xu Jingxi closed his eyes, his neck involuntarily arching back against the chair as he sighed deeply, resting his arms casually on the armrests, letting the cigarette between his fingers burn away slowly.
She was already so obedient.
Yet Xu Jingxi wasn't in a good mood, raising his hand to put the cigarette between his lips. The taste of nicotine had faded, unsatisfying in its intensity. One cigarette followed another without relief, the smoke gathering in his throat but failing to ease the lingering irritation.
